Free Gucci, Pt. 2 - Frenchie, Fetty Wap, Monty

Do this for my hood, I do it for Zoo Jersey

Pull up in a foreign, I’m skirting, it’s too purty

Funny moving niggas be making the Zoo nervous

Stay the fuck from ‘round me you pussy, your crew worthless

Phone keep ringing, you’re calling man too early

Only way I answer you’re bringing me two birdies

I’m very well known, I don’t think that you heard me

I’m known from down the hill way up to two thirty

Ninety-five Air Max ‘cause I’m a dope runner

Balling an athlete but got no jumper

Ayy, want a bad bitch, gotta have bricks

Want a bad bitch, gotta have bricks

Ninety-five Air Max ‘cause I’m a dope runner

Balling an athlete but got no jumper

Ayy, want a bad bitch, gotta have bricks

Yeah that makes sense, and I make hits

Free the king, Gucci Guwop

Hit the scene, hit a duwop

See the beam on my new Glock

Robin jeans, got a smooth flock

Free the king, Gucci Guwop

Hit the scene, hit a duwop

See the beam on my new Glock

Robin jeans, I be too fly

See a nigga looking with a face this

But I’m still cooking in the kitchen with an apron

The bitches, yeah I fuck ‘em like a caveman

I bet this forty cal make a nigga break dance

First of all I gotta thank Guwop

Yeah I said Guwop, you know I had to say it two times

Got a hundred grand in the shoebox

And I got two Glocks in case a nigga like you try

F R E N, C H I E

I don’t even need an ID

For me to get in the club, I put a nigga on an IV

I’m fed up

Me and Fetty Wap ‘bout to get up

The top 1017 with a 38

If you hating on the squad, shut up

Set my bitch ass on the list

I ain’t tryna hear no excuses

Zoo Gang, this how we do this

All my niggas fucking ruthless

Set my bitch ass on the list

I ain’t tryna hear no excuses

Zoo Gang, watch how we do this

Me and Monty comin' through bitch

I’m countin' hundreds baby ‘cause I’m 17

Dope charges, it’s just a felony

Want a bad bitch, gotta have bricks

Hope that make sense, and I make hits

I’m countin' hundreds baby ‘cause I’m 17

Dope charges, it’s just a felony

Want a bad bitch, gotta have bricks

Hope that make sense, and I make hits

Want a bad bitch, gotta have bricks

Talkin' ass tits, ridin' fast whips

All that cash get, gon' get that ass hit

Who you came with, you know my name bitch

I might lane switch with the gang bitch

She not my main bitch, man who you came with

Uh, uh, shout out Gucci Mane bitch

Uh, uh, shout out Gucci Mane bitch