Free Cool, Pt. 2 - DJ Rell, Ms Danniboo, Kodak Black

Money gave him power and a bigger ego

That money gave him power and a bigger ego

I’m in a Thunderbird, I’m slidin' wit' my Desert Eagle

Money gave him power and a bigger ego

Free my nigga Cool

My nigga we tight like speedo

All my niggas goin' fast, they gettin' Rico

Free my nigga Jackboy we like Stitch and Lilo

I still be ridin' wit' fye, steering wheel on the right

I still be out of my mind, still be gettin' real high

I be on D’useé no lie, smokin' on cherry pie

I promise I ain’t goin', that’s that other guy

I ain’t take no shortcut, this shit ain’t come easy

Christian Louboutin is drippin'

When I step, I’m leakin'

Christian Louboutin, you would think I’m bleeding

They say that I’m next, don’t jinx me

Eat it up, baby, then drink me

I ain’t ever ask for nothing, my momma said «Don't beg»

If you got it and I want it, then I’m on your head

My nigga been hidin' lately, he think I want him dead

But I don’t want you to die, I want you to see me shine

I couldn’t make lemonade, so I made lemon-lime

Life gave me lemons, so I made lemon-lime

Kodak that nigga that green, Kodak that nigga that slime

That money done gave me power, money done turned me sour

I remember I was rockin' Enyce, now I rock Givenchy

Run up on me, that’s risky

Run up on me, don’t tempt me

My tank on full, you empty

Smokin' on gas like Wawa

Project Baby, got Promethazine all in my baba

Free my nigga, Flippa my nigga, flip a nigga like Krabby Patty

Flyin' anywhere, my propellers be on aerobatics

All I know is rob, all I know is jack it

I ain’t ever had no job, I ain’t ever had no daddy

Dress it up, baby, like salad

Eat it up, baby, you nasty

Ain’t got no snacks in the cabinet, just some goddamn ratchets

If Cardi be winnin', I’m winnin', 'cause that’s my goddamn twin

If Cardi B win, I win

Cardi B won, I won

My bitch said she want her hair done, part in the middle wit' a bun

My bitch said she want her nails done, French tip, London

My bitch said she want her hair done, lace front, no bun

My bitch said she want her toes done, French tip, London

I don’t wanna see you cry, momma wipe yo' eyes

I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly