Free Barz - Bandit Gang Marco, Young Cooley

Cooley Cooley fuck y’all niggas talkin' bout

Had to make em' run cause they already done walked it out

School teacher chalk em' out

Shoots-out at the Waffle House

Watch your mouth

F’n is the reason they bring coffins out

(Okay now) Fuckin end the game if I can’t pull a million out

Fuck y’all catching feelings for?

We living what the lyrics bout

Oh my God then, I bring them other spirits out

Black cards we gone clear it out

Foreign broads gone hear me out

Freebars cause we ain’t paid shit

Me and Bandit Gang known for doing Summer mansion shit

Front row groupies who be throwing they panties on the stage quick

And y’all niggas ain’t hot unless you tryna play in shit (oh)

We popping shit

Ho you know we popping shit

Audemars cost thirty thousand jewelers think we got the bricks

We popping shit

Ho you know we popping shit

20's, 10's and 50's with them 100's right on top of it

Yeah we got them freebars, them freebars

You know we got them freebars, them freebars

Ho you know we got them freebars, them freebars

You know we got them freebars

We just popping shit

Fuck around and pop yo bitch

Bitch I got them freebars, freebars

My notes they in the penitentiary

Yo bitch love Oohyie and put an @ and you can mention me

I’m gone she missing me

I’m here you history (Hol up)

And I’m popping shit bitch my pop on mystery (Hol up, hol up, lets go!)

3 stiff y’all niggas do some with that piff

We stiff arming these fat hoes, them lil pounds has gotten lift

Nigga feel my drift two-seater

Keep the Desert Eagle, two-heaters

Keep the 40 like glocc do, aim for the eyes like creepers

Tah, you know the rest getting these hoes for a check

I ain’t stun these young hoes, strive next to crow nest (crow nest old hoes)

Freebars yeah we got freebars!

Bitch you listenin' to a star!