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letra de free str8dropp - jay fizzle

[intro]
(what’s up, slim?)
(ooh, who is that? girl, that’s tella)
first things first, ‘fore i say anything
start with this sh-t, long live king flippa
paper route frank (before then, i really think i gave you n-ggas too much motherf-cking time)
forever gang, standin’ on business (ayy, phantom, you the plug)
big paper route business
gang, gang
ayy, man (fah, fah, fah-fah-fah)
since the blogs wanna report and post everything a n-gga do and sh-t
ayy, y’all go tell that big head-ass n-gga gotti he a b-tch (ho-ass)
and your brother too, n-gga, he don’t get away, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? (i ain’t playin’ hide and seek, n-gga)
pop out (yeah, my fans want that new-new, they waitin’ for that hot sh-t)
p-ssy, i ain’t good at that type sh-t, n-gga
aw yeah, one more thing, free str8dropp
i don’t wish ill on n0body
tryna see a n-gga tell
paper route business, n-gga, f-ck sixty
fifty racks in my pocket, all big heads (gang)

[verse 1]
ayy, if you ain’t with me, you against me
still screamin’ f-ck the opps (f-ck ’em)
first off, long live dolph
tell ’em free dropp, wanna see a n-gga dead, not locked up (stamp that)
swear the safest place for him is to be in that box
’cause i’m prayin’ that i catch him, i’m tryna off a n-gga top (bah-bah-bah)
keep my foot on they neck, i ain’t lettin’ up (hard on ’em)
tryna get in my way, you gettin’ wet up (b-tch)
tell me how the f-ck you miss a whole hundred f-ckin’ shots? (haha)
i’m totin’ a sixty on this ar, i shoot thirty, twenty droppin’ (twenty down)
b-tch, i’m poppin’, nah, i really pop it
swear my gang the hottest, paper route, we the topic (gang)
racks on me ho gotti (stuffed with them big heads)
new chain cost a masi’ (naw, these ain’t no sis)
fans ask when i’m droppin’ (ayy, where that new-new at, fizzle?)
swear you rap n-ggas floppin’ (n-ggas trash)
got too much ice on my neck (ice, baby)
shawty wanna f-ck ’cause i’m poppin’ (thot-thots)
probably got too many racks in ’em
so amiri jeans hang off my bottom (my pants sag)
paper got a n-gga limpin’ when i walk
i’m a c-cky lil’ n-gga
i need a tic-tac, all the sh-t a n-gga be talkin’ (ayy)
my fans want that new-new, they waitin’ for that hot sh-t
they keep askin’ me when that gangster sh-t droppin’ (ayy, when you droppin’, fizzle?)
ahk sh-t, pop sh-t, 12 can’t stop sh-t
tell ’em free ralo and f-ck all the cops (free ralo)
when i drop a tape, all the real n-ggas flockin’ (yeah)
bad b-tches love me, can’t get off my d-ckhead (thottie)
my pockets on fat, bankroll ho gotti
guess these racks in my pocket all big heads (racks)
[interlude]
ayy, and this my last time speakin’ on this sh-t, man
what my boy say?
cm who? cmf, cocaine musik f-ggots
neck full of water, water (water), wrist full of water, water (soaking wet)
got all these choppers, choppers, play foul, that chopper—

[verse 2]
say it’s smoke, we can link and wild out like we biggie and pac
i went watched the show, chose to carry my glock
i be hard on these hoes, even harder on opps (stamp that)
big paper route business, we runnin’ sh-t, n-ggas can’t stop us (stamp that)
know we keep n-ggas mad (f-ck ’em)
tell ’em f-ck n-ggas come do somethin’ ’bout it (p-ssy)
come my way, watch how quick i reroute you (b-tch)
with this four-nickel
you rap n-ggas green as f-ck, dill pickle (green-ass n-ggas)
five chains on my neck like a popsicle (icy)
wrist cold, but i’m totin’, so i’m hot
gang wipe your nose like that sh-t full of snot
if i spin a n-gga block, catch him lackin’, i’m walkin’ (f-ck a drive-by)
catch him in traffic and shot through his window (hawk down)
man, i pull up with a 9, homie thought it was a chopper
on the back of my glock 26, that nintendo (switchy)
playin’ with your life, get it took
when you see me, don’t frown, fix your face, you’ll die off a look (on god)
totin’ a 5.56 with a hundred green tips in the clip
i’m tryna put a whole fifty in a jit (stamp that)
how you miss a whole f-ckin’ hundred f-ckin’ shots? (p-ssy, naw, the other half for gotti)
how you miss a whole f-ckin’ hundred f-ckin’ shots? (big-head motherf-cker, yeah)
ahk sh-t, pop sh-t, 12 can’t stop sh-t (pop out, n-gga)
tell the crowd it’s free ralo and long live dolph (stop all that hidin’ n-gga)
we the ones up the score in the city
say a bag on my head, we can wild out like tupac and biggie (we outside with it)
big grape got the big head (stamp that)
i got your b-tch on my d-ckhead (haha, thottie)
talk a lot of sh-t, i need big red
keep the racks in my pockets, big head
ho gotti
[outro]
big paper route, n-gga
f-ck the other side, man
wack-ass sh-t
n-ggas only good with hidin’ and motherf-ckin’ hatin’
all that dodgin’, man
n-ggas should’ve played dodgeball, man (ooh, who is that? girl, that’s tella)

- jay fizzle

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