“Free Da Guys”
This is from out the bottom, choppa, man
I’ma keep it real brief, man
You already know what time it is, man
I got thirty to the door but it ain’t a life sentence, man
Young nigga stuck about them bands
I’ma be home real soon, man, you already know
Ayy, ayy
And my lil’ woadie told me he was comin’ home
But that was six months ago, let ’em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
‘Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson
And my lil’ woadie told me he was comin’ home
But that was six months ago, let ’em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
‘Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson
He said, “Ion’t don’t beef, I keep it brief”
But we catch niggas and we stretch niggas
Get right or get left, nigga
You cross the line with me, you know you got to stay there
And where I’m from, the youngins dumb and they don’t play fair
Catch a nigga down bad and put in that work
I know he comin’ for mines, I had to do him first
Catch a nigga down bad and put in the work
Know he comin’ so I had to put him in the dirt
That’s that work, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah
Hitman, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah
Hello?
Lil’ bro, what you tell ’em?
Uh, ayy, ayy
He said, “I ain’t go to school to punch no clocks for this, I stood on blocks for this”
Opened shops and sold them rocks for this and ducked them shots for this
Any nigga on that thievin’ or that robbin’ shit
Well, he can give his Glock a kiss
I know he was comin’ so I ain’t play no games
I spinned his block with Glocks, throwin’ bullets at his brain
Fuck his vest ’cause we aim at necks, TECs go insane
The coppers snatched me, I ain’t say a thing
What happened? I saw them fifty pounds ahead ’cause I didn’t have the weed
At least I kept it G, he said it ain’t have seeds
I pulled up, finesse, move to feed my family
And now he want me dead so I brought it to his street
That’s how it be
If you a buster
Well than I’ll take your butter and I’ll spread it with my brothers
It’s motherfuck you
A nigga never gave me shit, so come ’round with that playin’ shit and I’m gon’ buss him
And my lil’ woadie told me he was comin’ home
But that was six months ago, let ’em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
‘Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson
And my lil’ woadie told me he was comin’ home
But that was six months ago, let ’em catch him
So they sent him up the road, had to stretch him
‘Cause just like him, [?] learned his lesson
He said, “Ion’t don’t beef, I keep it brief”
But we catch niggas and we stretch niggas
Get right or get left, nigga
You cross the line with me, you know you got to stay there
And where I’m from, the youngins dumb and they don’t play fair
Catch a nigga down bad and put in that work
I know he comin’ for mines, I had to do him first
Catch a nigga down bad and put in the work
Know he comin’ so I had to put him in the dirt
That’s that work, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah
Hitman, hitman, hitman
And woah, woah
About Rod Wave Lyrics
Artist: Rod Wave
Related songs: Gambling Lyrics
Album: Hunger Games 1
Release date: 2017
Born: August 27, 1999 (age 23 years), St. Petersburg, Florida, United States
Education: Lakewood High School
Nominations: Billboard Music Award for Top New Artist, MORE
Genre: Hip hop music, Trap music, Contemporary R&B, Soul music, Hip-Hop/Rap
Record labels: Interscope Records, Geffen Records