Unusual Slander “Free3.0” Lyrics – YFG FATSO

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[Intro]
(​ellis)
Y’all know what’s going on, y’all know how I’m coming, man
Free 3.0, man, I’m finna be back real soon
You know what’s going on
* * *, going on

[Verse]
I don’t treat women wrong, but I can’t treat them hoes don’t like my money
I’m with fiends inside a dog house ’cause of my b!tch, bro, if you looking for me
Gotta switch how I rap, they gon’ say Lil Go sound like corny
I’m outside on Princeton block, n!ggas be lying saying they looking for me
Hail Mary, 2Pac, I’m in Dubai if the jakes start looking for me
White b!tch play with her nose, she love this s*it, I’ma make her cook it for me
How wanna play with the Reapers? Shorty ‘nem reap s*it, they take souls
Cook on the stove, AP frozen, after I’m done, I need you to book this for me
Can’t wait ’til I get Ms, I’m taking my can, I’ll never forget lil’ buddy
Stay wanna lie in his raps, that boy don’t clap, heard Scoom put a diss out for me
N!ggas play four-v-one and I know it’s a press, I be quick tryna click the button
‘Member when I was kid, I didn’t wanna beg, I was quick to go steal me something
Yeah, but now I got money and power, I’m changing the way
Folks got a Gen5, four more, a Gen9, quick to put ten mil’ over his face
I lost ten, they put me back on the band, lost another ten, brand new case
I like Gens, ARP snug the fit, but I’d rather bounce out with a Drac’, come on
They broke, they ain’t getting no money
Laughed at me, now look at who funny
Diamond, your son been up to something
Saying I’m broke, that’s a bad assumption
Bang out, middle of the block, broad day, we don’t give no fu*k how it go down, we bumping
Bang out, middle of the block, broad day, tryna swing his chop, my Drac’ was thumping
G-O-S-K-I-I-I-I-I, a bad motherfu*ker
Every day, I get high-high-high-high-high, I’m always ‘Wood tucking
Suck it good and I’m gon’ pay you dubs, don’t be no wood chucker
Family matter, I’m young and paid good, they wish I would trust ’em
But it’s me, I cannot
All this s*it I gained come off the block
Socks hold my rocks

Paper came fast, I made a lot
All them cars that bronem striked out, need a lot
Need ’em sitting for that random spinning, make them b!tches hot