Summrs – Free Body Lyrics

Free Body Lyrics by Summrs

[Intro]
(dulio, 力を貸して)
Woah

[Verse 1]
You might be a free body
All of my niggas behind me, yeah
Police right behind me
My bitch got a nice body
I’m armed in this bitch, don’t try me, yeah
I’m armed in this bitch, don’t try me, my nigga
I’m poppin’ them motherfuckin’ roxies
Show you how to get up out your body, yeah
Got some niggas bangin’ chrome, swervin’, still up in them hidings
Niggas talkin’ ’bout they wanna pop me, niggas all up in they wanna pop me
They just mad ’cause they bitch wan’ top me
Rich as fuck, I could buy her a body
I ain’t gonna be the one sliding, motherfuckin’ money gon’ buy me a body
[Chorus]
Comme des Garçons jeans, I’m on top of the mountains, that’s why you can’t see me
You can’t fucking talk to me
If you ain’t never seen a hundred dollar million piece
Goin’ 150 in the Redeye, tryna run from the police (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
I’m back in this bitch, let me get back on track with this bitch
Yeah, yeah
She ain’t fuckin’ with you, you ain’t spendin’ the bag on the bitch, ha, yeah
I got the Chrome on, Chrome on, I’m hittin’ a chromosome
Baby got the super dome, super dome, that’s why I can’t leave her lone
And I don’t need no stylist like Lone, but I’m Lil Rino
I can see through the people, bro, codes? Nah, I don’t need those
This shit like a free throw, a hunnid thou stuffed up in my peacoat (dulio, 力を貸して)
I ain’t goin’ back to the shit I used to have
I’m in a Hellcat, put my feet all on the gas
My nigga picked up on a hat and they found DNA, but it still wasn’t matched
Nigga, just know I’m witcho’ ass
If you hold it down, you’ll be bae
We never go out like a rat
No, I ain’t braggin’ ’bout shit I ain’t have
Took his bitch and I gave her ass back
Up in Chrome Hearts, poppin’ them tags
Every day I’m reloading my mag
I be shakin’ my dreads like I’m rad
When I’m out in London, call me “lad”
And you niggas go out super bad
Cryin’ ’bout a ho that I done had
Now all of my bitches exotic
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[Chorus]
Comme des Garçons jeans, I’m on top of the mountains, that’s why you can’t see me
You can’t fucking talk to me
If you ain’t never seen a hundred dollar million piece
Goin’ 150 in the Redeye, tryna run from the police (Ooh)