RKFRMDA3 - FREE MIND FREESTYLE (feat. Caseman2real, Wic Flair & 3Side) Lyrics

Lil C on the beat, but bitch, I'm big trippin
F*ckin' on a Catholic hoe, that's why the shoe's Christian
Got my nut off, now I'm sexist, told the bitch, go do the dishes
My hoe real expensive, y'all still watchin' out for pennies

Five hundred dollar steak, I see you dinin' dash at Dennys
Rather fat than broke, try a new joke, now don't offend me
All that fake jewelry, I bust down a real Fendi
I got lines of wolk, y'all still mixin' coke with the Henny

I'll never snitch on bro, but he'll hop out with that semi
Like I said, I'm never goin' broke, I pull up in that Hemi
Y'all like, that shit kinda hard, yeah, I knew you wasn't ready
He dropped the chop after one shot, his palms were sweaty

But he ain't get to see his mom, we turned him to spaghetti
Threw a party on the opp block with confetti
Opp in the white runts blunt, not Betty
Hold up, hold up, let me switch the flow

Got a couple gold chains on, no, I ain't broke
It's funny how I got all this money, but I ain't tell a joke
Bitch been over in the kitchen, takin' dick like family stroke
Hit it with my wrist in the air like I like to f*ckin' boast

Chop with two two threes, burn right through you like some roast
Put you on your back, send you to heaven, watch you float
Pushin' P before I said he, go and check the post
A.R.P.'s pushin' heat, bro, I swear, don't get close

Real money, get a convention, bro, I swear that I'm the host
How the f*ck he from Kansas, reppin' f*ckin' West Coast
How the f*ck I'm hot as hell, wearin' a off-white coat
Wic, pulled up to the studio with R.I.P., that's my bro

Grip nuffin' every day, I got a bad habit
Brody came, A.R.P., he got a fat jacket
F*ck Tricks, cause I pull up with a white rabbit
Speak on Brown name and then I promise you we'll get tragic

Push up with a 4'5", I got Glock fashion
I don't f*ck with these boys, they be th
I don't f*ck with these lil' niggas, they some damn faggots
You think I don't got cable, I want all static

Dior off of pink tens, got them bad backin
You think I ain't got my strap, but I'm not lackin
Thinkin' shit is a game, this is not Madden
Just pop four opps, I be stat paddin

My white boy out shootin' shit here
My white boy out shootin' shit here, damn maverick

Walk inside the trap, bitch, I got my Glock today
I'm tryna walk a nigga down, tryna kill a opp today

Yeah, I got hella K's, we got opps to spary
With my nigga Wic, Yeah, he got the Crocs on
I'm with my nigga Casey, yeah, he got his socks on
We f*ck this bitch so good, we damn near blew his socks off

When I hit your bitch from the back, she put my songs on
Before you start, dick riding, put your thong on
My Muslim nigga said he finna slide with his bum on
Nigga, f*ck Jerry, cause my ass with a shot

Nigga, f*ck Jerry, cause my ass with a shot on
You said, pussy with the Glock, you ain't let no shots on
Talk to Mickey Mouse like, damn, that's what pops, dawg
Should pull up a .32 like he was Magic

Dumpin' 3-5-7's like, damn, you can have it
Yeah, these the type of shells have you jumpin' like a rabbit
Damn, I think, bro, homophobic, he just killed a faggot
Don't get me started with RK, bro, he gon' bring the havoc

Bitch, you know who it is, I'm shootin' Rats and faggots
Don't pass me yo f*ckin' pole, I'm gon' have to lash it
Four A.R.P's up in stolo , catch me up in traffic

Bitch, I just got this opp drop
Shit got tragic, I can make you disappear
But I don't know Magic, new Glock 23
This shit came automatic, me and bro smokin' on
Boy, that's a classic,

I just f*cked his opp, bitch
We was at the function, I just caught an opp tryna run
Hit him with the button, all these opps talking' behind that screen
Lookin' like some muffins