Free the Shiners

[Intro: EST Gee]

(Look out, Veno)

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, mm

[Verse 1: EST Gee]

Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (At my opp house)

Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be tryna cop out (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)

Drop ounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down (Smellin' what I'm cookin')

Thot bitch used to fuck with us, she a opp now (She a opp)

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]

Block bitch, fuckin' B, her excuse, she sellin' beans

Who want 'em for seventeen? A thousand under eleven Gs

If check, exotic? Nah, nigga, meth? Yes

Rapper where? I sell dog, and I'm not embarrassed

[Verse 3: EST Gee]

Uh, yeah, stress press, circle squares and that's a solid rep

Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard, she tryin' not to stare

I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there

I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower

[Verse 4: 42 Dugg & EST Gee]

And I saved her under "Swallower"

Supreme Trues, Prada purse

I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip, my young'un's still alert

Rapper second, killer first

My opps probably invented shirts

"What's her name?" Still in the dirt

Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin' (Yeah)

Big Sprites, they muddy

Twelve uncles, they nutty (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We been killin' for money

[Verse 5: EST Gee]

Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public

It's get back for our brother, nigga bet not ask for nothin' (Better not ask for a dollar)

Back up, bet not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'

Niggas die 'fore they blink they eyes, ain't even see me uppin'

Head was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to fuck her (I won't even fuck, huh)

I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her (I told the bitch I love her)

[Verse 6: 42 Dugg]

And I told these bitches, "Fuck her"

Can't get me, gotta do my brother

Count to three—at three, I'm dumpin'

Bumpin', jumpin', fuck 'em, slump 'em (Bah, uh)

See ya yellin', "Free RIC," I'm still yellin', "Free me"

E-S-T, free the shiners, exotic weed

Got Cs, I ain't bangin'

Fuck nigga been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me

I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin' on no deals

Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills

I know what you ain't did

And I know that you ain't built for smoke

So why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?

We still young, thuggin' (Yeah)

Yellin', "Free all my brothers" (Yeah)

Yellin', "Free all the shiners"

Indicted for wearin' diamonds

Fuck 'em, yeah