ManeDawg - FREE WILLY (feat. Metro V) Lyrics

OG G on the DJ
You say you got the sauce, I got serviettes to Wipe em off
I be with the dawgs, they ain't eating candy Floss
Too much company lost, sound like Eskom with the flaws

Faces on the floors, we aint knocking, we just kicking doors
One shot, two thots, this wick is the blue dot
Real pops, real drops, no more playing X-box
Real dawgs, real shots, young guapo in the Guap guap

And the real money, real honest, we'll run it
Boxes of new money, crispy like some crummings
Hot shot blocks, hot one shot in the top block
Stop, hop, hop, hop, got the streets on lock

Blocks stuck in one position, man, n***a need a Sensor
You want drop tops, real rocks, bust down and Some new glocks
I want truth, honesty, real love and some new Plugs
Old ones get bumped up, they can't take the Heat

They fake thugs stay out my way
You get hit if you try to judge
I'm on the way like Kevin Gates, annihilate all The snakes
They take up space, I'm saying grace, check my Waist

The belt of faith, you out of date, I eat your Spades to chopper out
Y'all can go on dates, you immigrate, I separate The love and hate
Not stupid if I'm not a slave, I rock these Chains, they heavyweight
We celebrate after we medicate

This injured with that pound of haze
Blow it in my face, I'm high all day
Love life this way, I pound away, keep stressing
Free Willie, ain't nothing here but Free Willie

Fat blunts, man, you can call them fillies
Pull up and you know that's Willie
Don't be trying to act silly, nothing free, yeah But Willie
Free Willie, ain't nothing here but free, but Willie

Fat blunts, man, you can call them fillies
Pull up and you know that's Willie, don't be Trying to act silly
Real shots, two dots, this week is the blue dot
Real pops, real drops, no more playing xbox

Real dogs, real shots, young guapo in the guap Guap
And the real money, real hunters, we'll run it
Boxes of new money, crispy like some Crummings
Hot shot, blocks hot, one shot in the top block

Stop, hop, pop, pop, got the streets on lock lock
Stuck in one position, man, nigga, need a Sensor
We on the way like Kevin Gates, annihilate all The snakes
They take up space, I'm saying grace, check my Waist

The belt of faith, you out of date, I ate your Spades
The chopper out, I can go on dates, you Immigrate
I separate the love and hate, now scoop a date
I'm not a slave, I rock these chains, they Heavyweight

We celebrate, I'm etiquette, disintegrate
That pound of hate, explode in my face
I'm hot all day, love life this way
Pound a day, keep stress away

I'm living life like my name is Jimmy Holiday
One shot, two dots, this week is the blue dot
Real props, real drops, no more playing xbox
Real dogs, real shots, young guapo in the guap Guap

I need real money, real hunnids, real hunnids
Boxes of new money, crispy like some Crummies
Hot shot, blocks hot, one shot in the top block
Stop, ops, pop, pop, got the streets on lock lock

Stuck in one position, man, nigga, need a sim Swop