Free RIC - 42 Dugg, Lil Durk

That Patek thing bust but you know me

Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free free RIC free

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech

Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet

A Patek, a Patek, a Patek, was gon' buy it for my daddy

Let me find out niggas capping, ain’t 'bout action

Baguetty, baguetty, baguetty, they say I might regret it if I chandelier a

skelly, plus they tax

Heard the fetty ain’t shit in Alabama

42 for the bammer

Just say we forget to stamp 'em not on a camera

Ayy, I wish a nigga would play with me

Sixty-two for the 'Za, it’s the bud two-eight a piece

I love to get 'em cheap, them drugs keep me in sync

Might dump a bitch if she blink

then again

Wanna see me stress some bitch in the pen

Been thugging since we was kids, my brother know what I did

When twin hit me, that’s it, I know I’m five out of ten

It hurt me to hit that lick, ain’t that some shit, bitch

First thing complete I ever had on a hit

You a trip, that ain’t stopping shit, we popping shit

See a bitch, we drop a bitch

That Patek thing bust but you know me

Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free free RIC free

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech

Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet

Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy

Chevy t top

Seventy for these watches, four for the weed though

Bitch shit for eavesdropping, this confidential

I’m the shit, I need some tissues

Seventeen up in this nickel

I get pissed, I might go crazy

Bitch, I’m rich, y’all niggas hating

Take me back when I had

That Patek thing bust but you know me

Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free free RIC free

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech

Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet

Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy

Quarantine, pop out with them killers, shit be boring me

Got her titties done and I’m the reason, don’t be ignoring me

Foe’nem died flukey, they too happy, shit be blowing me

Texting bitches bringing up my name, they be showing me

Hellcats, run up on that wide body, his head stretched

Clean gun, I take the switch off, put it in my headrest

I drive far, you don’t take care of your fam, what you a lie for

Same niggas screaming that they gang the one I die for

Blick blick, chopper chop chop, Glock fah-fah

Trench baby, got it out the mud, I’m a rockstar

Every nigga 'round me got a bag, on my mama

He killed me in his comments, I killed him with these commas

Free Steve 'nem, free Jam 'nem, free Nine 'nem

Money on you dead just take it out 'cause you can’t dine in

I got killers with outstanding warrants that still be flying in

Screaming you gon' slide, if you gon' slide, then nigga, slide then

I’m from the 'Raq where the gangster at, lil' bro paint his ass

Glock with beam look like laser tag, you can’t save his ass

Wet him up, bro’nem bath his ass, bro’nem chase his ass

Bro’nem face his ass, I relate to that, I relate to that

That Patek thing bust but you know me

Holding for the 4's, bitch, I’m holding for the East

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet

Free RIC, free free RIC free

On the count of three, everybody yell free RIC, free Meech

Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet

Bitch better not say shit to none of my niggas, ayy