[Intro]
(Fuck the feds, free 2-4 'til it's backwards bitch!)
(Free 2-4, n***a)
I'm in the mall, with 10k in my Louie bag
You better run from this beam
This ain't laser tag
I know you mad, your brother gone
And you can't get 'em back
Ever since I've known you
You've been broke and you been down bad
I'll drop 5 bands and your head, and they'll go get it
Gettin' money too addicting, I don't ever think I'll quit it
I ain't signing with no label, I need a million-dollar ticket
You ain't at least make a band a day, then I don't wanna kick it

[Hook]
I be in here, talkin' shit you really rap
Free my brother, I might lose him
'Cause these n***a's in there rats
Last n***a dissin' on K-Bands
Done got his ass clapped
I think I got a bad habit
I keep walkin' outta Saks
I ain't worry 'bout your n***a, you can't bring thе dead back
Don't be reachin' for my chain, that's gon' gеt your head cracked
Finessed a n***a outta thousand
You can't get your bread back
He could be right here livin' with you
But, he shouldn't have said that
[Verse]
I spent so much money in Saks, they know my real name
N***a's need a scope up on they strap, 'cause they got no aim
It's really sad n***a's risk they lives, for a lil' fame
I bet I got more money in my safe, then your whole gang
Dirty ass crib you got bugs in that bitch
You a dirty ass n***a, you got roaches in your whip
You make 400 in 2 weeks, and know that got you sick
I just dapped his n***a up, but he ain't know I fucked his bitch
You flexin' with that, man you better enjoy it
'Cause I'ma take it
She a groupie, when she see my Instagram
She gon' get naked
I'm a scammer 'til I die, that trappin' shit is overrated
Free 2-4, he in the county
'Cause some n***a's writin' statements
Better stay up in that cell
'Cause if they out, they gonna know who did it
Davie on my side, he got the beam
So he ain't never missin'
My lil' n***a a menace to society
He don't ever listen
Y'all done got that soft, he gon' cook it
Whip it in the kitchen

[Hook]
I be in here, talkin' shit you really rap
Free my brother, I might lose him
'Cause these n***a's in there rats
Last n***a dissin' on K-Bands
Done got his ass clapped
I think I got a bad habit
I keep walkin' outta Saks
I ain't worry 'bout your n***a, you can't bring the dead back
Don't be reachin' for my chain, that's gon' get your head cracked
Finessed a n***a outta thousand
You can't get your bread back
He could be right here livin' with you
But, he shouldn't have said that