Fredo Bang – Free Thug

Lyrics Free Thug – Fredo Bang

Okay, these n**gas be tellin’
N**gas rather see you locked
Than see you pop, ain’t tryna be friendly
They tryna make new friends
I don’t want no part, keep on mindin’ my business
Nine time out of ten, n**ga hatin’
Tryna play with my top, bring that chop

We standin’ on business
You get caught in the middle if you throwin’ the cross
Drop a lil’ bag, we gon’ turn up the city
Tell ’em, Bring me his head, I don’t care what it cost
Hit him in the face if he talkin’ that s**t
He was sendin’ them threats, so it ain’t my fault

Word ’round town, n**ga really get down
Got patterns in the city from the north to the south
Askin’ ’bout an opp, I’ma play that s**t cool
But in person, it’s pressure, I don’t wanna talk
Grab me a rental, I’ma tint out the windows
And they can’t see the plate ’cause I’m takin’ it off
Free Spinna Mitch, he gon’ jugg him a b**ch
You gon’ learn what it is when you play with that soft

I’m f**kin’ his ho just to get in his head
Every chance that I get, I’ma spit in her mouth
Talk out your head, then you losin’ your legs
I don’t wanna hear s**t that you know what that’s ’bout

These n**gas just don’t know how to quit
I say, these n**gas just don’t know how to quit
They like to love you when you down
But they hate when you’re rich
They wanna take me off the map, but I’m too legit

Okay, n**gas be hatin’, they mad I made it
White girl up and that’s a bad lil’ baby
Dissin’ on the ‘Gram, n**gas givin’ out cases
Could’ve had me then, too bad you waited
New Hellcat that I got off a plug
‘Nother half a mill’ that I got out the mud
Even with the hate, I’ma show a lil’ love
Rappin’ ain’t a crime, tell ’em, Free Young Thug

N**gas be tellin’
N**gas be tellin’, tell a n**ga, Free lil’ Melly
Tell ’em, Free Yoshi
Youngin slingin’ iron and a n**ga like Ox off Belly
My lil’ n**gas be steppin’
Keep it on hush, we ain’t doin’ no reppin’
Put an opp down, get reckless

I’ma get it done, you could bet it
Clutchin’ this Glock, I was beefin’ with a buzz
Got it on me now, no keepin’ it tucked
Live what I rap, they be makin’ it up
Ain’t got a b**ch ’cause I ain’t ’bout to fuss
Got me a check and I’m runnin’ it up
Two or three million, I ain’t makin’ enough
Drop a new song and my prices go up
It is what it is, n**ga, f**k what it was

These n**gas just don’t know how to quit
I say, these n**gas just don’t know how to quit
They like to love you when you down
But they hate when you’re rich
They wanna take me off the map, but I’m too legit…

Written by Fredo Bang, Hardbody B-Eazy & Hardbody Heero
Produced by Hardbody B-Eazy & Hardbody Heero
Fredo Bang | 2022

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