Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Free Him , by - NyNyRelease date: 29.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Him |
| You is outside? |
| Where at? |
| Let me see |
| I don’t know where outside is |
| He is outside |
| Flip it, flip the camera |
| Go to that gate right there |
| I don’t really, ayy |
| Ayy |
| I don’t really get mad, but I get even |
| Time to run my bag up, it’s that season |
| Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason |
| Your nigga a dog, you better free him |
| You worried 'bout me, you better get your check up |
| If my nigga out of line, I gotta see who next up |
| You ain’t really on my level, bitch, you better step up |
| I’m runnin' to my bag, tryna run the rest up |
| Serious when I’m talkin', I don’t play around |
| Got that cocky look but I just to have a frown |
| Need a real nigga who I know gon' hold it down |
| Watch your tone talkin', you gettin' way out of bounds |
| Drop my tape, get some bands, that’s the plan now |
| Gotta do shit on my own, I ain’t got no handouts |
| Can’t bring you to the shows, you the type to fan out |
| And these bitches is my sons, sorta like my fans now |
| A lot of shit up on my mind, it’s getting hard to think |
| You hoes be sad up, stop hitting me, tryna link |
| Throw y’all in the water, you bitches, y’all gon' sink |
| Can’t be friendly with these hoes 'cause they ain’t built like me |
| I don’t really get mad, but I get even |
| Time to run my bag up, it’s that season |
| Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason |
| Your nigga a dog, you better free him |
| Your nigga a dog, he all up in my DMs |
| And I can tell when you postin', you ain’t tryna free him |
| He be lyin' on the 'Gram too, tryna pretend |
| Actin' like he in love with you, caption his bitch a ten |
| Grew up in the game, so this shit ain’t new |
| Lot of shit y’all don’t see, can’t walk in my shoes |
| Demon niggas, they with me, they ain’t got shit to lose |
| I just walk in the room and these niggas choose |
| I don’t speak first, that’s my biggest problem |
| But I don’t like making friends 'cause nobody solid |
| No nigga ran from me, I got my own knowledge |
| Yeah, I’d rather spend yours, but I got my own pockets |
| I don’t really get mad, but I get even |
| Time to run my bag up, it’s that season |
| Bitches don’t like me, ain’t got no reason |
| Your nigga a dog, you better free him |