[Intro]

(Fuck the feds, free 2-4 'til it's backwards bitch!)

(Free 2-4, nigga)

I'm in the mall, with 10k in my Louie bag

You better run from this beam

This ain't laser tag

I know you mad, your brother gone

And you can't get 'em back

Ever since I've known you

You've been broke and you been down bad

I'll drop 5 bands and your head, and they'll go get it

Gettin' money too addicting, I don't ever think I'll quit it

I ain't signing with no label, I need a million-dollar ticket

You ain't at least make a band a day, then I don't wanna kick it

[Hook]

I be in here, talkin' shit you really rap

Free my brother, I might lose him

'Cause these nigga's in there rats

Last nigga dissin' on K-Bands

Done got his ass clapped

I think I got a bad habit

I keep walkin' outta Saks

I ain't worry 'bout your nigga, you can't bring thе dead back

Don't be reachin' for my chain, that's gon' gеt your head cracked

Finessed a nigga outta thousand

You can't get your bread back

He could be right here livin' with you

But, he shouldn't have said that

[Verse]

I spent so much money in Saks, they know my real name

Nigga's need a scope up on they strap, 'cause they got no aim

It's really sad nigga's risk they lives, for a lil' fame

I bet I got more money in my safe, then your whole gang

Dirty ass crib you got bugs in that bitch

You a dirty ass nigga, you got roaches in your whip

You make 400 in 2 weeks, and know that got you sick

I just dapped his nigga up, but he ain't know I fucked his bitch

You flexin' with that, man you better enjoy it

'Cause I'ma take it

She a groupie, when she see my Instagram

She gon' get naked

I'm a scammer 'til I die, that trappin' shit is overrated

Free 2-4, he in the county

'Cause some nigga's writin' statements

Better stay up in that cell

'Cause if they out, they gonna know who did it

Davie on my side, he got the beam

So he ain't never missin'

My lil' nigga a menace to society

He don't ever listen

Y'all done got that soft, he gon' cook it

Whip it in the kitchen

[Hook]

I be in here, talkin' shit you really rap

Free my brother, I might lose him

'Cause these nigga's in there rats

Last nigga dissin' on K-Bands

Done got his ass clapped

I think I got a bad habit

I keep walkin' outta Saks

I ain't worry 'bout your nigga, you can't bring the dead back

Don't be reachin' for my chain, that's gon' get your head cracked

Finessed a nigga outta thousand

You can't get your bread back

He could be right here livin' with you

But, he shouldn't have said that