Erick the God - Free Jairo III Lyrics

Lil niggas out here flexing with that EDD
Watch me drag race this foreign, no Need for Speed
Little niggas probably thought I wasn't gon' see the streets
Fresh out the county and my neck like Mister T
I could never love no bitch, that's simply me
Only niggas in my circle, strictly Gs
F&N five-seven with Christmas beams
I need a four of that Wok or MGP
I'm mud walking up in Niemans, I'm a lean fiend
You know the story of my life, I made G's bleed
I see you niggas stretching chеcks like they bendablе
I get the bag and get the Act, I feel invincible
Plus my neck and wrist practicing disco moves
I done kick flipped in all my expensive shoes
Free Jairo, judge knows he innocent too
Any bitch holding grudges can get the boot
I like bussdown Rollies, exquisite jewelry
All 12 not guilty, you heard the jury
Nigga acting like he wilder, get Tyson Fury'd
Give his bitch deep stroke, real fast and furious
Nigga get flu flammed, he acting delirious
Chopper got monkey nuts, don't get too serious
Nigga go against the K, that shit get serious
Period, nigga, I know you hearing this
I'm fresh out, niggas looking mad with their chest out
It's probably cuz I wore Givenchy from my dress house
It's probably cuz Rami done iced by whole neck out
It's probably cuz I'm with his sis getting neck down
It's roll bounce, no glitter on my neck child
These .223 shells gon knock a nigga breath out
I got his bitch sending me pictures with her breasts out
I should've went to school, that would've been the best route
He think he He Man, that nigga better stand down
AR-15 will knock him and his man down
Big bank roll fettuccine on the gram now
Came a long way from rice bowls getting slammed down
Walked a real yard with real niggas that's gon act out
Go against the program, I bet he get packed out
Shout out my lawyers, the only reason that I'm back out
Three-Four's winning and you niggas just some damn clowns