Rylo Rodriguez – Free Game Lyrics

Free Game Lyrics by Rylo Rodriguez

[Intro]
(Damn, Kai, you goin’ crazy)

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
Even if we did do it, y’all know that I’m still innocent
Brother, he just came home, but I got cases still pending
What you mean you ballin? I could see your Jordans gettin’ dingy
Soon as you miss that game-winner, watch them bleachers get empty
Can’t believe we made it
Talk to my dog, say he movin’ Houston soon as he leave Vegas
And I got bros who locked up waiting to get reinstated
Them boys ain’t never been in the field, them niggas Skip Bayless
Them boys ain’t never been in thе field, them niggas Nick Saban
Youngin hit the road, hе filled the car up with OG
I ain’t talking ’bout hood legends, I’m talking ’bout weed
Class A felonies back to back, so how you got free?
Can’t believe you went ahead and told, that’s how they got leads
Same niggas I slept up on the floor with talking ’bout me
Only thing me and these rap niggas got in common
Is we probably fucked the same hoes
Tecktone you know I wore it first
Then a week later, they in the same clothes

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Spin a nigga’s block if I get mad about a post
Trappin’ ain’t dead, you know them bags just gotta post em’
You went and cuffed the same bitch who was had by your bro
These women fuckin’ everybody, why would I brag about a ho?
I can’t tell my story without putting you in
If I lose sleep ’bout you, then I let you win
Just promise you won’t storm out if I let you in
Put ice inside my double cup (Yeah)
I’m putting diamonds in a double cup (Yeah)
Pouring Wock’ on your clarity (Yeah)
Trying to find a booster who can marry me
Wedding at the mall, you can marry me (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Killed his opp, ‘fore his next win it’s starting to feel like a loss
His mama hate him, sister hate him too, ’cause they keep spinning the house
And I probably got over like twenty dead niggas in all
Some of they contacts in my phone, sometimes I give ’em a call
I was talking to Duke, he in the county, I ain’t seen him in a while
Jail phone got him wanting to rip that shit out of the wall
I was missing Doris, thinking ’bout my auntie, she had diabetes
Used to make me shoot her insulin even though I hate needles
Kill one of us, kill one of them, keep goin’, we not even
He took some pills, died in his sleep, they say he not breathing
Three zips inside a Faygo, caught a splinter from the Draco
I caught a splinter from a micro
Every time she eat steak, she want a lipo
Done with this model bitch, she just want to post a pic
And you switching teams like Bo Nix
We caught an opp in traffic, he ain’t make it
Like something came up

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Spin a nigga’s block if I get mad about a post
Trappin’ ain’t dead, you know them bags just gotta post em’
You went and cuffed the same bitch who was had by your bro
These women fuckin’ everybody, why would I brag about a ho?
I can’t tell my story without putting you in
If I lose sleep ’bout you, then I let you win
Just promise you won’t storm out if I let you in
Put ice inside my double cup (Yeah)
I’m putting diamonds in a double cup (Yeah)
Pouring Wock’ on your clarity (Yeah)
Trying to find a booster who can marry me
Wedding at the mall, you can marry me (Yeah)
[Outro: Rylo Rodriguez, Big Moe, & Ronetta Spencer]
Woah-woah, woah, woah
Woah-woah, woah, woah
It was hard, momma saw me with a case of codeine
And promethazine, now I’m the codeine fiend
And my team was the coldest, everyday we rolled thick
Niggas and hoes on dick because we’re Screwed Up Click
And I’m the
It’s the Barre Baby (Barre Baby), the Barre Baby
The M-O-E from the S-U-C
It’s the Barre Baby (Baby), the Barre Baby (Baby)
I got the whole wide world sippin’ drank with me
It’s the Barre Baby (Barre Baby), the Barre Baby
The M-O-E from the S-U-C
It’s the Barre Baby (Baby), the Barre Baby (Baby)
I got the whole wide world sippin’ drank with me