"Free The Shiners" Lyrics

(Look out, Veno)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, mmm

Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)
Niggas swear they don't fuck with 12, be trynna cop out (they don't fuck with jakes)
Drive bounce, smelling what I'm cooking, put the rock down (smellin' what I'm cookin'?)
Thot bitch used to fuck with her, she a opp now

Block bitch, fucking B
Her excuse, she selling them beans
Who want them for seventeen?
A thousand under eleven G's
F check, exotic?
Nah, nigga, meth? Yes
Rapper where? I sell dog
And I'm not embarrassed

Stress press, circle squares (stress press)
And that's a solid rep (that's a solid)
Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard (quarter large)
She trying not to stare (trying not to)
I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there (rrr, rrr, rrr)
I'ma jump out first (I'ma jump out)
You know I never been no follower (no, I never been no)

I saved her under "Swallower"
Supreme, Trues, Prada purse
I don't trust a bitch
So if I slip, my youngin' still'll lurk
Rapper second, killer first
My opps probably invented shirts
What's the next? Still in the dirt
Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'
Big sprites, they muddy (yeah, yeah)
Twelve uncles, they nutty (yeah, yeah)
We been killing for money (yeah)

Yeah, we been killing for nothin' (been killin')
Bare face in public (bare face in)
Let's get back for our brother (get back for our)
Nigga better not ask for nothin' (nigga better not ask for a dollar)
Back up, better not touch me (back up and not-)
Niggas get killed for clutching (uh huh huh)
Niggas die before they blink they eyes (they die)
Ain't even see me up in here (see me up here)
Was fire, damn near crossed me eyes (uh, it was fire)
I ain't even get to fuck her, I was high
We just met one time
I told this bitch I love her (I told that bitch I love her)

And I told this bitch just fuck her
Can't get me, gotta do my brother
Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'
Bumpin', jumpin', fuck them, slump them (yeah)
Been yelling, "Free Rique"
I'm still yelling, "Free me"
E-S-T, free the shiners
Exotic weed, got C's, I ain't ban it
Fuck niggas been trying me
Ain't no put it behind me
I'm on this shit for real
Ain't jumpin' on no deals
Before I was counting M's
I was keeping up with drills
I know what you ain't did
And I know that you ain't built for smoke
So, why you playing with a nigga
Who done killed before?
We still young, thuggin'
Yelling, "Free my brothers"
Yelling, "Free all the shiners"
Indicted for wearing diamonds, fuck them