Free RIC (feat. Lil Durk)

Can't be fucked with (at all) (Flexing on that bitch, hold up) That Patek thing bust but you know me Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holding for the east On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Quez Free RIC, free Meech On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Meech Free RIC, free Tee Free RIC, free Skeet A Patek, a Patek, a Patek, was gon' buy it for my daddy Let me find out niggas cappin', ain't 'bout that shit Baguettie, baguettie, baguettie, they say I might regret it, if I chandelier a scaly, plus they tax Heard the feddy ain't shit in Alabama (no) 42 for the Bama Just say we forgot to stamp 'em, not on camera, eh I wish a nigga would play with me Sixty-two for the 'za, the buds is two eight a piece I love to get 'em cheap, them drugs keep me in sync Might thump a bitch if she blink Ray, these tens ain't pink then again Wanna see me stress some bitch in the pen Been thuggin' since we was kids, my brother know what I did Between him and that SIG, I know I'm five out of ten It hurt me to hear that lie, ain't that some shit, bitch? First incomplete, I ever had on a hit You a trip, that ain't stoppin' shit, we poppin' shit See a bitch, we drop a bitch That Patek thing bust but you know me Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holding for the east On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Quez Free RIC, free Meech On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Meech Free RIC, free Tee Free RIC, free Skeet Ay, a bitch, better not say shit to none of my niggas Ay, Chevy, T-top On D-U-B's, a lil' seventy for these watches Four for the weed Throw a bitch shit for eavesdroppin', this confidential I'm the shit, I need some tissues Seventeen up in this nickel I get pissed, I might go crazy Bitch, I'm rich, y'all niggas hatin' Take me back when I had love Me and Ray for BH Bud, nigga That Patek thing bust but you know me Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holding for the east On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Quez Free RIC, free Meech On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Meech Free RIC, free Tee Free RIC, free Skeet Ay, a bitch, better not say shit to none of my niggas (bitch) Quarantine, pop out with them killin', shit be borin' me (let's get it) Got her titties done and I'm the reason, don't be ignoring me (bitch) Foenem die flooky, they too happy, shit be blowin' me (let's get it) Textin' bitches bringin' up my name, they be showin' me (man, what?) Hellcat, run up on that Y body, it's here straight (yeah) Clean gun, I take the switch off, put it in my hair wraps (yeah) If I drive far, you won't take care of your fam, what you alive for? Same niggas screamin' that they gain the one I die for Blick, blick Choppa, chop, chop Glock, fa, fa (fa-fa) Trench, baby Got it out the mud, I'm a rockstar (rockstar) Every nigga 'round me got a bag on my mama (gang, gang) He killed me in his comments, I killed him with these commas (yeah) Free Steve 'nem, free Jam 'nem, free Nine 'nem Money on you dead, just take it out 'cause you can't dine in I got killers without outstanding warrants that still be flyin' in (still be flyin' in) Screamin' you gon' slide, if you gon' slide then, nigga, slide then (slide, slide) I'm from the 'Raq, where the gangsters at? Lil' bro paint his ass, Glock with beam Look like laser tag, you can't save his ass (yeah) Run him up Bro'nem bathe his ass Bro'nem chase his ass (yeah) Bro'nem face his ass I relate to that I relate to that (man, what?) That Patek thing bust but you know me Holdin' for the 4s, bitch, I'm holding for the east On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Skeet Free RIC, free Quez Free RIC, free Meech On the count of three, everybody yell Free RIC, free Meech Free RIC, free Tee Free RIC, free Skeet Ay, a bitch, better not say shit to none of my niggas, ay