42 Dugg, Lil Durk - Free RIC

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That Patek thing bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free free RIC free
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
A Patek, a Patek, a Patek, was gon' buy it for my daddy
Let me find out niggas capping, ain’t 'bout action
Baguetty, baguetty, baguetty, they say I might regret it if I chandelier a
skelly, plus they tax
Heard the fetty ain’t shit in Alabama
42 for the bammer
Just say we forget to stamp 'em not on a camera
Ayy, I wish a nigga would play with me
Sixty-two for the 'Za, it’s the bud two-eight a piece
I love to get 'em cheap, them drugs keep me in sync
Might dump a bitch if she blink
then again
Wanna see me stress some bitch in the pen
Been thugging since we was kids, my brother know what I did
When twin hit me, that’s it, I know I’m five out of ten
It hurt me to hit that lick, ain’t that some shit, bitch
First thing complete I ever had on a hit
You a trip, that ain’t stopping shit, we popping shit
See a bitch, we drop a bitch
That Patek thing bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free free RIC free
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy
Chevy t top
Seventy for these watches, four for the weed though
Bitch shit for eavesdropping, this confidential
I’m the shit, I need some tissues
Seventeen up in this nickel
I get pissed, I might go crazy
Bitch, I’m rich, y’all niggas hating
Take me back when I had
That Patek thing bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free free RIC free
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy
Quarantine, pop out with them killers, shit be boring me
Got her titties done and I’m the reason, don’t be ignoring me
Foe’nem died flukey, they too happy, shit be blowing me
Texting bitches bringing up my name, they be showing me
Hellcats, run up on that wide body, his head stretched
Clean gun, I take the switch off, put it in my headrest
I drive far, you don’t take care of your fam, what you a lie for
Same niggas screaming that they gang the one I die for
Blick blick, chopper chop chop, Glock fah-fah
Trench baby, got it out the mud, I’m a rockstar
Every nigga 'round me got a bag, on my mama
He killed me in his comments, I killed him with these commas
Free Steve 'nem, free Jam 'nem, free Nine 'nem
Money on you dead just take it out 'cause you can’t dine in
I got killers with outstanding warrants that still be flying in
Screaming you gon' slide, if you gon' slide, then nigga, slide then
I’m from the 'Raq where the gangster at, lil' bro paint his ass
Glock with beam look like laser tag, you can’t save his ass
Wet him up, bro’nem bath his ass, bro’nem chase his ass
Bro’nem face his ass, I relate to that, I relate to that
That Patek thing bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free free RIC free
On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy