[Intro: Bobby Shmurda & Takeoff]
Ah ah ah its your boy, Bobby Shmurda, aka, I think that I'm Tom Cruise, man
Straight out the motherfuckin tombs, man
Ah ah ah, free all my real n***as, you heard? ShMigo
ShMigo
Free my n***a Bobby, man
Free my n***a Rowdy, man
Huh?
ShMigo Gang

[Verse 1: Takeoff, Offset & Quavo]
Dabbin' in Maison Margiela, get popped like a kettle, hit you in your cerebellum
I'm seeing stars in my panamera, we went through the pain, but we never let up
Yellow corvette mustard, lambo red ketchup, millionaire n***a, I'm a walking vegetable
These n***as be biting and I'm getting fed up, got your bitch at my condo with both of her legs up
These n***as be talking behind computers with a gun emoji, now he think he a shooter
Eating Benihana, take a trip to Punta Cana, guck it, I might land in Bermuda
Thirty thirty, I got thirty rounds
The shotty make a n***a lose pounds
Harriet Tubman, money underground
You n***as is sick and we got the crown
Diamonds and pearls for my girl, it's a man's world, I feel like James Brown
Smoking power at the Trump tower, n***a, gassing, laughing, watching Richard Pryor
Fuck a job, I don't get paid by the hour
Can't be from the block, I heard you a coward
When you got money it come with the power
I am the supplier, grip money like pliers
Stay with my Glock 40, its extended
Can't wait to pull it, trigger finger itching
Fork in the pot, lets go fishing
My momma always told me don't be trusting bitches
Hit em with it, hit em with it, hit em with it, look at these diamonds like Sonny Liston
Migos fighting in the crowd, looking like Ron Artest versus the Pistons (Quavo)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Free my n***a Bobby Bitch
Hoes in the lobby, bitch
At the age of 17, I hit my first lick
Twelve coming, hit the fence, you better jump the ditch
You don't wanna get caught with the dirty stick
Told that bitch to suck my dick, I don't want no kiss
When I got my first M, I bust down my wrist
When I got my first sem', I emptied the clip
Bad bitch fuck with a bad boy, call her Lil Kim
Hakeem Olajuwon, above the rim
When I go to D.C. (Bow), I thought it was him
Then I land in Bahamas, order up some shrimp
The plug wanna meet up in Bahamas, told him make it quick
The money keep calling, tell it come in
Free ShMigo Gang, Bobby and Free Rowdy

[Outro: Rowdy Rebel]
Ah ah ah hoe, Its your boy Rowdy, man
ShMigos ATL man, ShMigo Gang man, Ah ah ah hoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Rowdy