Ay im bussin right now nigga
Bandz
Ayy, I'm bussin right now nigga f*ck the police
Aye
I said, aye, niggas tryna run up on me
Then I'm hittin' his ass with a blackout
Niggas be bitches for real, caught him in the field and niggas tried slide with a tap out
Bitch, yeah, free no ' till he back out
Bad lil' bitch and she throwin' that ass damn
Might have to tap out
Aye, this bitch wanna f*ck
She just want me blowin' her back out
I cannot think about pussy' cause brother locked up
I feel like I lost one of the guys now
Nigga, bitch, run up on me , we gon' shoot
Knock a nigga out his shoes
No3 gon' slide with the tools
And lil' bitch, I'm rappin' in the booth
Free my nigga, no, he locked with the fools
And we just gonna roll up a deuce
A nigga run up, beat him back till he blue
It's to free my nigga till it's backwards
Ain't askin' questions, you know he gon' clap first
If you niggas run up, we gon' purge
We gon' leave yo' ass in the dirt
223's, make him hurt
And these bullets they, leavin' a curse
And at times I can't tell which is worse
Man my brother locked up and lil bro off the perks
And I bet them niggas on the shirt
Had to close the back door
Shit, I listen to durk
I pop through these percs, I don't listen to durk
I'm smokin' the za, I'm leavin' the earth
It's off the top, I ain't writin' no verse
Ain't writin' no verse, and you niggas, they goin' berserk
And they puttin' the opps on the shirt
Ayy, niggas be thinkin' they tough
And they f*ckin' with no then, they dead
You hearin' the shots, we just gonna hit his lil top
We fillin' em up with the lead
They f*ck with the feds, they see that I'm f*ckin' with bro
They think that I'm f*ckin' with them
I ain't f*ckin' with you, I ain't f*ckin' with them
Free my brodie he, up in that pen
Hope God forgive me for them sins
Ha
I said, hope God forgive me for them sins
I'm thinkin' about things that I did
And now my brodie he, up out of the pen
But that ain't the end of the shit
Just think about the charges
Brodie was toting ars and bro had on slides with the bitch
Ayy, the charges stay with him
I know they took all his prints
And now brodie name in the system
It's makin' me sick
I'm knowin' bro his own man
But nigga, it shoulda went different
And niggas was laughin'
They talkin' about if he would've upped it
Then nigga, they just woulda switched him
Okay
Niggas, f*ck the PD
I'mma laugh when they victims
K3 Bandz - Nono Free Freestyle (feat. Tizzle) Lyrics
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Ay im bussin right now nigga
Bandz
Ayy, I'm bussin right now nigga f*ck the police
Aye
I said, aye, niggas tryna run up on me
Then I'm hittin' his ass with a blackout
Niggas be bitches for real, caught him in the field and niggas tried slide with a tap out
Bitch, yeah, free no ' till he back out
Bad lil' bitch and she throwin' that ass damn
Might have to tap out
Aye, this bitch wanna f*ck
She just want me blowin' her back out
I cannot think about pussy' cause brother locked up
I feel like I lost one of the guys now
Nigga, bitch, run up on me , we gon' shoot
Knock a nigga out his shoes
No3 gon' slide with the tools
And lil' bitch, I'm rappin' in the booth
Free my nigga, no, he locked with the fools
And we just gonna roll up a deuce
A nigga run up, beat him back till he blue
It's to free my nigga till it's backwards
Ain't askin' questions, you know he gon' clap first
If you niggas run up, we gon' purge
We gon' leave yo' ass in the dirt
223's, make him hurt
And these bullets they, leavin' a curse
And at times I can't tell which is worse
Man my brother locked up and lil bro off the perks
And I bet them niggas on the shirt
Had to close the back door
Shit, I listen to durk
I pop through these percs, I don't listen to durk
I'm smokin' the za, I'm leavin' the earth
It's off the top, I ain't writin' no verse
Ain't writin' no verse, and you niggas, they goin' berserk
And they puttin' the opps on the shirt
Ayy, niggas be thinkin' they tough
And they f*ckin' with no then, they dead
You hearin' the shots, we just gonna hit his lil top
We fillin' em up with the lead
They f*ck with the feds, they see that I'm f*ckin' with bro
They think that I'm f*ckin' with them
I ain't f*ckin' with you, I ain't f*ckin' with them
Free my brodie he, up in that pen
Hope God forgive me for them sins
Ha
I said, hope God forgive me for them sins
I'm thinkin' about things that I did
And now my brodie he, up out of the pen
But that ain't the end of the shit
Just think about the charges
Brodie was toting ars and bro had on slides with the bitch
Ayy, the charges stay with him
I know they took all his prints
And now brodie name in the system
It's makin' me sick
I'm knowin' bro his own man
But nigga, it shoulda went different
And niggas was laughin'
They talkin' about if he would've upped it
Then nigga, they just woulda switched him
Okay
Niggas, f*ck the PD
I'mma laugh when they victims
Bandz
Ayy, I'm bussin right now nigga f*ck the police
Aye
I said, aye, niggas tryna run up on me
Then I'm hittin' his ass with a blackout
Niggas be bitches for real, caught him in the field and niggas tried slide with a tap out
Bitch, yeah, free no ' till he back out
Bad lil' bitch and she throwin' that ass damn
Might have to tap out
Aye, this bitch wanna f*ck
She just want me blowin' her back out
I cannot think about pussy' cause brother locked up
I feel like I lost one of the guys now
Nigga, bitch, run up on me , we gon' shoot
Knock a nigga out his shoes
No3 gon' slide with the tools
And lil' bitch, I'm rappin' in the booth
Free my nigga, no, he locked with the fools
And we just gonna roll up a deuce
A nigga run up, beat him back till he blue
It's to free my nigga till it's backwards
Ain't askin' questions, you know he gon' clap first
If you niggas run up, we gon' purge
We gon' leave yo' ass in the dirt
223's, make him hurt
And these bullets they, leavin' a curse
And at times I can't tell which is worse
Man my brother locked up and lil bro off the perks
And I bet them niggas on the shirt
Had to close the back door
Shit, I listen to durk
I pop through these percs, I don't listen to durk
I'm smokin' the za, I'm leavin' the earth
It's off the top, I ain't writin' no verse
Ain't writin' no verse, and you niggas, they goin' berserk
And they puttin' the opps on the shirt
Ayy, niggas be thinkin' they tough
And they f*ckin' with no then, they dead
You hearin' the shots, we just gonna hit his lil top
We fillin' em up with the lead
They f*ck with the feds, they see that I'm f*ckin' with bro
They think that I'm f*ckin' with them
I ain't f*ckin' with you, I ain't f*ckin' with them
Free my brodie he, up in that pen
Hope God forgive me for them sins
Ha
I said, hope God forgive me for them sins
I'm thinkin' about things that I did
And now my brodie he, up out of the pen
But that ain't the end of the shit
Just think about the charges
Brodie was toting ars and bro had on slides with the bitch
Ayy, the charges stay with him
I know they took all his prints
And now brodie name in the system
It's makin' me sick
I'm knowin' bro his own man
But nigga, it shoulda went different
And niggas was laughin'
They talkin' about if he would've upped it
Then nigga, they just woulda switched him
Okay
Niggas, f*ck the PD
I'mma laugh when they victims
Writer: Kay Smith, Tsi Johnson
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