Free 40 Lyrics

Ew What the f***? What the f****? Yeah, it's me Legoland, bitch, button boys, we got flautas on these glicks Bitch, I'm down to bounce up out the V, depend on who I'm with (Come here) Tell the opps to strike a pose and watch this Draco take a pic (Get 'em) Hundred rounds go with a brrt, it turn a opp right to a zip (Wolf made me do it, uh, damn) Codeine, mix promethazine, I hate when I run out (Damn) On the deen, I'm gettin' clean once my new album Z come out (On my mama) I done bipped inside a strike, my mama called mе out en route, goddamn (Skrrt, uh, goddamn) VVS charm on my arm, bitch, this a Rollie just for thе trenches (For the trenches) You ain't tryna walk down with us, then you gon' probably just be a witness Free Lil Forty out the can, the judge just gave my dog a sentence (Forty-orty), goddamn (Uh, Forty-orty) Out of town, I got my pipe, play with your life and you might lose it Brodie put the switch on back of all his glicks 'cause he gon' use it Niggas just ran down and took you as a lick, you ain't gon' do shit, what the fuck? (You's a bitch) Doubled-up styrofoam, I dropped a band inside that bitch (That's what I'm sippin') Feet on land, big Zombieland, bitch, I'm the man around this bitch (Zombieland) The way that switchy brrt, you get a tan around this bitch Shit, I done copped all Dracos, loaded up on Faygos just to sip (Damn) I'm from the bottom, Bikini Bottom, who knew Patrick be a star? (Who knew?) Five-star restaurants, a bad bitch eatin' caviar (Huh?) Five-star headtappers, YNs remind me of Avatar (No bap) Legoland, bitch, button boys, we got flautas on these glicks (Legoland) Bitch, I'm down to bounce up out the V, depend on who I'm with (Button boys) Tell the opps to strike a pose and watch this Draco take a pic (Leg shots) Hundred rounds go with a brrt, it turn a opp right to a zip (Uh) Codeine, mix promethazine, I hate when I run out On the deen, I'm gettin' clean once my new album Z come out (Z) I done bipped inside a strike, my mama called me out en route, goddamn (Out en route) Goddamn, let me speak, nigga 2011 inside my jacket, hundred-round ARP (Top) One, two, three, four opps gon' drop, play with 5 inside a street (Opps) I'm stuffin' that molly in my Louis V She wan' get out her body, I give her a piece I was aimin' that Drac' at his face, this pussy-ass nigga was tryna use his feet Out the window with Herm, no runnin' from beef Heard the money, we gunnin' to put you to sleep Hold your body, that .308 tear up your body The formula missin', you need to come cop it and buy it I'm ready to go, you can try it While I fire it, I'm holdin' this bitch to the side Bro got button, but I got built-in FRT inside my blick It's gon' stutter 'cause that's its language, always angry, havin' fits Bitch wan' bump 'cause she can't get a bump, she mad, can't get a fix Bro got zombies and I got all the slimes, I tell 'em take a pic (Take a pic) Bro got button, but I got built-in FRT inside my blick It's gon' stutter 'cause that's its language, always angry, havin' fits Bitch wan' bump 'cause she can't get a bump, she mad, can't get a fix Bro got zombies and I got all the slimes, I tell 'em take a pic Legoland, bitch, button boys, we got flautas on these blicks Bitch, I'm down to bounce up out the V, depend on who I'm with Tell the opps to strike a pose and watch this Draco take a pic Hundred rounds go with a brrt, it turn a opp right to a zip (Uh) Codeine, mix promethazine, I hate when I run out On the deen, I'm gettin' clean once my new album Z come out I done bipped inside a strike, my mama called me out en route, goddamn (Uh)