Lyrics Free Hank (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Roboy).lrc Enchanting
[id: pshcfxkc]
[ar: Enchanting]
[al: So Icy Gang: The ReUp]
[ti: Free Hank (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Roboy)]
[length: 02:22]
[00:03.06]Yeah, uh
[00:06.57]Yeah, yeah
[00:09.97]Ayy
[00:13.78]Trappin’ ain’t dead, these **** just scared (Yeah)
[00:15.38]They turn, they run to the feds (God)
[00:16.92]She say, “Open your eyes”, I’m like, lil’ bitch, I’m high
[00:18.71]Can’t you tell that I’m full of them meds? (On God)
[00:20.36]We are down on the scoreboard, you gotta forfeit
[00:22.34]All of yo’ **** is dead
[00:23.67]Come get your ho back, that pussy throwback
[00:25.39]Blow me up, hit me, I leave ’em on read (Blaow)
[00:26.95]I’ll fuck on your bitch, I don’t lay up
[00:28.58]I’m rollin’ on X just to stay up (Ayy)
[00:30.25]Skinny bitch, but you see that my weight up
[00:31.97]Tryna fuck you right now, I won’t wait up (On God)
[00:33.65]Bitch, I’m blowed, I been runnin’ that cake up (Uh-huh)
[00:35.32]Might speak it to ’em, I don’t say much
[00:37.09]Bitch, I’m MVP still, I don’t play much
[00:38.70]Titties on the Glock, these are no A-cups (Uh-huh), woah
[00:41.38]They know ain’t no ho in my blood
[00:42.85]My dad ain’t yo’ uncle, so I ain’t yo’ cuz
[00:44.81]Ayy, you know the old me, so don’t approach me
[00:46.79]****, this ain’t what it was
[00:48.32]They mad that I done run my sack up
[00:49.79]Racks up, earned it, this shit out the mud
[00:51.61]Cross me and I gotta get payback
[00:53.13]No you can’t pay that, I want it in blood (On God)
[00:55.06]Free Hank ’til my brother come home
[00:56.47]My fellas stay grippin’ that chrome, uh
[00:58.53]Bitches sellin’ their cat, I sell songs
[00:59.88]Done ran up that sack on my phone
[01:01.37]I cannot make this shit up
[01:03.06]Boy, yo’ ass limp, can’t get up
[01:04.51]Do this shit for my mama, can’t give up
[01:06.17]**** fake, crop their ass out the picture (Ayy, ayy)
[01:08.05]I be full of that juice like a pitcher (Uh)
[01:09.74]You a opp now, it ain’t nothin with ya (Nuh-uh, ayy)
[01:11.37]Yeah, it’s all from the gang so we get up (Look)
[01:13.11]Ain’t no competition, so just give up
[01:14.83]Yo’ lil’ girlfriend go down and she eat up
[01:16.55]Bad lil’ bitch with a magazine, no pages (Yeah, yeah)
[01:18.38]You lil’ **** be broke, makin’ no wages
[01:20.04]Bitch, go talk to God if you need savin’ (Ayy, big brr)
[01:21.75]Tote the chop with the box, got cable
[01:23.53]Tried to run up, now he disabled (Can’t walk)
[01:25.20]Drop A Body ENT my label (Co-sign)
[01:26.81]If I ain’t do it myself, I paid him (On God)
[01:28.55]Every gun got a drum and a laser (And a scope)
[01:30.33]Yo’ shooter ain’t shit, just trade ’em (Gotta go)
[01:31.95]He got hit up close, cremate ’em (Brr)
[01:33.68]**** won’t tote Drac’ ’til I made him (Brr, brr, on God), yeah, yeah
[01:36.44]FN on the stove when I cook up (I cook up)
[01:38.11]Hundred deep at the show when they book up (Every time I look up)
[01:39.72]Gave him two to the chest, can’t sit up (Brr)
[01:41.39]I told Chant, “Keep shootin’, might get up” (Brr, brr)
[01:43.18]If you with me ain’t no in the middle (No)
[01:44.70]DOA, couldn’t get to the spitter (Can’t see in the dark)
[01:46.53]FOA’s want three, four killers (Brr)
[01:48.11]After this four, I’ma need a new liver (Let’s go)
[01:50.70]Hit the club out of my body and ain’t worry ’bout it ’cause I brought them killers in here
[01:54.14]I ain’t with all of that talkin’, as soon as you start it I bet I’ma finish it here
[01:57.54]Whole lotta water on me, diamonds dancin’ like the Harlem Shake
[02:00.98]With a **** tank on E, if they gas ’em we gon’ off his face
[02:04.17]My shooter one call away, this shit get ruthless, goin’ hard, no play
[02:07.71]We ballin’ all the way and we ain’t hoopin’
[02:10.00]Stand up ****, I’m a lion like Lucious, stupid
[02:12.18]If you think I’m lovin’ these groupies, use it
[02:13.80]If you say you packin’ your toolie, losin’
[02:15.48]****, that’s somethin’ I ain’t doin’Year of Release: 2020