FREE AT LAST ! Lyrics – $NOT

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[Intro]
I’m free, n!gga (I be free, n!gga)
I’m fu*king free, b!tch, yeah
Splurcetti, what up, n!gga
Yeah, yeah
Splurcetti, world domination (Woo, woo)
The king is fu*king back, n!gga
Come on, n!gga (Ha, ha, ha)
Splurcetti

[Verse]
The king is back, hail the king, where my fu*king crown at? (The fu*k my crown at?)

Pu*sy boy wish he would, riding dirty in the mud (C’mon)
Posted up in the cut, fu*k them b!tches, fu*k the love (Go)
You love none, you a c*nt, pu*sy punk
Dead ho, but she can’t even take my crown, on my- (On what, b!tch?)
On my, on my, on my
On my man’s soul, I’m creeping mad slow (Slow)
I’m coming through the back door with a switch rod (C’mon)
I’m coming through the label, dawg, I don’t give a fu*k (Fu*k that label)
I’m a soldier, I’m in charge of the six, woah
I’m body bagging, throw ’em on a ship, three-hundred corpse
I’m fu*king hot, fu*king hella bops, curving bots (That’s what I do)
I’m a dog, ain’t no lil’ dog, big dawg (Woo, woo)
I’ll buy the whole store out, Wraith full of stars (Wraith)
I’ll buy the whole store out, I don’t wear the cloth (I don’t even wear that s*it)
I’m in my M5, cruising down your B-lock (I’m on your block, n!gga)
I’m in a Trackhawk, with a fu*king G-lock (With a fu*king Glock)
I pray to God I don’t die, I’m on the C-lock (I’m on the clock, n!gga)
There’s so much pussies in my face, you n!ggas made to listen (Fu*k you)
There’s so much pussies in the world, you n!ggas riding d!ck, yeah
Fu*k the glory, fu*k the fame, I just want rich
Fu*k the game, fu*k these rappers, I don’t care, b!tch
I thought I loved a Barbara, boy I know I’m high as s*it
These n!ggas broke as a fu*k, pockets catfish (Fu*king stupid)
I’m living lavish, I got IG bad b!tch (Bad b!tch)
I’m living savage, like I’m 21, n!gga, yeah

I’m like LeBron, n!gga (LeBron)
You can’t say I’m done, n!gga (I ain’t dumb, n!gga)
You n!ggas blinded, n!gga, boy you is my son, n!gga, yeah
Life is hard, fu*king raw
Pick yo’ head up, damn a star
If we fall, fu*k ’em all, we gon’ ball in the end
Standing tall, if they hate, cross ’em out
If they talk, shut they mouth
If you mad, crash out
If you pu*sy, back out
I want pu*sy right now
Chilling in my traphouse, Motorola phone out
Tryna get a play down, she do what I’ma say now
I don’t do no hangouts, no handouts, get whacked out
Yeah