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Gunna - I Cant Talk Fo Free Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy beats)
This call is from a corrections facility that is subject to monitoring of recording
To accept this call, press zero
([?], who it is, what studio y'all in?)
Right here on Metro Politin man
(Wheezy beats)
I’m [?] right now, I’m 'bout to let you in

[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your bitch, I got your bitch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your bitch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
Nigga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
Nigga talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you talkin' to the Gunna
I see through niggas like a tunnel
And I'm laughin' at you niggas, it's funny
Bitch, I'm suited up to come get the money
Niggas runnin' cause them niggas was gunnin'
Bustin' off and tell your bitch that I'm comin'
Yeah, I'm canin', bitch, I'm fuckin' on runnin'
Monеy mission, you ain't fuckin' with Sunny
Roll the kush and nigga pass me a lighter
Brand nеw coupe and bitch, it came with a title
Leave a pussy nigga dead on arrival
Shootin' rifles, nigga we suicidal
We takin' over and we killin' your idol
I want the money, I put that on the Bible
They learn the words, and now this shit a recital
They pray I drop it, want the shit to go viral
Creepin' low, I'm pullin' up in the spider
Freaky bitches with me, got me excited
Kissin' on me, I'ma gonna one-night it
Take them hoes home, fuck them hoes for an hour
Pourin' up lean and we smokin' on sour
Got me some money, I got me some power
Stand up nigga, standin' tall like a tower
Can't see myself goin' out like a coward
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your bitch, I got your bitch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your bitch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
Nigga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
Nigga talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know you niggas got it
Now add it up and multiply it
All this money, can't even fit in my pocket
Ain't no withdrawal, all I know is deposit
I’m the flyest, I'm a mufuckin' pilot
Pretty foreign bitches came from the island
We kiss and fuck and then we have a ménages
She let me fuck and let me keep 'em, my diamonds
I pimp the bitch and tell her, go strip at Follies
She booted up and she in love with the molly
I'm countin' up and takin' off like a rocket
Fount the plug and then I fount me a socket
Bought a gun and then I caught me a body
We talkin' that money, 'cause nigga, we got it
We talk 'bout that street shit, 'cause nigga, we 'bout it
My young OG nigga a shoot out the Audi
I'm reppin' that old gang, we pull out and outtie
Got drank in the car, I got bags in the trunk
I was down in the back, now I'm up in the front
I'm porurin' that lean, got my lil' nigga stuck
Twenty eight Forgiatos, can't fit on the truck
Got a zip in my soda, a zip in my cup
Got a nine on my hip, hope you don't try your luck
Lil' nigga, we up
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your bitch, I got your bitch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your bitch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
Nigga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
Nigga talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free