[Intro: TezMoney30]
Big 24 shit, n***a
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Free the Bangman
Yeah

[Verse 1: TezMoney30]
Drop your fives or get dropped with 'em (Drop them bitches)
We ain't even V8, but n***as knowin' we the top n***as (Doo-doo-doo)
Even out of bounds, n***as get hit in they top with it (On they shit, n***a)
Caught him at the light and let off shots like you was Pac, n***a (Rrah, skrrt, skrrt)
Tez, you cannot wear VLONE, 'cause you ain't got friends (Hah)
If you ain't 8624, don't think you locked in (Bitch)
Fast switch, bitch, we slidin' down in them drop-heads (Skrrt)
Would've thought them boys was Roddy Ricch how they got boxed in (Doo-doo-doo)
Bitch heard we drop shit, she wanna fuck now (She on dick)
Made the bitch eat it up like it's lunchtime (Come here, bitch)
Fucked her so good, bitch hopped back in the lunch line (Ooh-wee)
Dick made the bitch pussy quack, she Donald Duck now (Quack)
Dog shit on me, these hoes fuckin' 'cause I got money (Yeah)
In the club, boy, I dare a n***a try somethin' (What you on, n***a?)
Four in this bitch'll have you leanin' like you drunk somethin'
Nuts on this bitch, I'll put it on his face like I just dunked on him
Ayy, pull up in them fast cars, got the bitches starin' hard
Bitch mama was at home, had to fuck her in the car
Bitch tried to convince me to take the condom off
Bitch wanna fuck raw (Hell nah), know she fuckin' with a boss
[Verse 2: 24Lik]
Just hit an opp bitch with my mask on, I'm so fuckin' slimy
He cuffin' runners, think her past gone, that boy a fuckin' dummy
He done dissed me in his last song, I had to wrap him like a mummy
I ain't no fuckin' rapper, I'll pull up, drop two hundred
That boy died in a 300 (Hah), Key just turned down three hundred (Yeah)
I been the man since the runners and the Hummer, ninth grade summer (N***a)
Naked bitches in my living room, but, naw, this ain't no slumber
Let a bitch drop my lo', I guarantee you that we slump her (She outta there)
Bitch, I don't want your number, what's your motherfuckin' Chime?
You gon' fuck me or my slime? Make your motherfuckin' mind
Can't leave the crib without that iron, that's how them one n***as be dyin'
My hitter frontline with them sticks like they playin' fuckin' lineman
If you need that one shit, you can hit unky line
And I'll let the nina sing like BeBe and CeCe Winans (Rrah)
Bro snuck the cannon in the party, now he in this bitch wildin' (Ayy)
And I'll beat a n***a ass like my name Deontay Wilder (Get your ass beat)
Boy, you ain't no killer, you tough on the web like Peter Parker (Lame)
I got old bitches shakin' ass like they Ms. Parker (Shakin' ass)
Shot his ass before he crashed, they think he died like Paul Walker (Skrrt, skrrt)
Layin' in his grass, sittin' on his ass, I'm startin' to feel like I'm a stalker
N***as hate my guts, they say I talk shit like Charles Barkley
Boy, you better chill, I'm in this bitch rollin' off a Barkley (Lil' ass)
I don't need no pill, I'll smoke his ass off some coffee (Doo-doo-doo)
Free my n***as out on that appeal, don't give a fuck how much it cost me (Free them boys)
Them n***as dyin' every month, the funeral home runnin' out of coffins
They hit that boy in his shit, now his ass look like a dolphin (Hah)