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Free Dem 5's Song Lyrics
Free Dem 5's by YoungBoy Never Broke Again [Intro]
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Mmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ayy, free lil' Johnny, alright
Mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
Yeah, it's Slime

[Pre-Chorus]
My girl peach, free Von B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
If we strapped up, then we ridin' deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay
[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get big dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

[Verse 1]
I'm a f**kin' problem, nigga
I play with them choppers, nigga
And I'm quick to pop somеthin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga
I'm the f**kin' dada, nigga
Try to pull off, get followеd with it
My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft
That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga
Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don't lose it
I got that sh*t for to blow out the fuses
Talk to lil' mama, she f**k with my music
She said that she know me from off of a news clip
Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship
I got it, ain't stoppin', I'm trainin' my body
I'm on it, I'm poppin', up, down, no hydraulic
From the Nawf, free my brother BB out the bottom
Southside, northside, and [?][1:10]
That's Bway, they off Shellwood
I don't need no counselor 'cause my mail good
b**ch, I got a card that you dare pull
Left bodies in my own hood
Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo's phone good
[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get big dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

[Verse 2]
I see mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
How that f**kin' boy dope like that? He straight pure drop
From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life a hard knock
Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass 'cause he gon' bond out
Different cars, I throw out faces, I'm the sh*t, this YoungBoy, baby
I want the money, she f**k with me daily, can't stay in her place, she be bringin' her babies
Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip, I don't drive it on daily
Two million garage, this not a façade, I'm f**kin' with God and you know where it's [?][1:57]
Body language, you tell it, I'm holdin' my own, they callin' my phone, I'm hittin' decline
I'm on top of they neck, I'm pressure, they cannot recline
He run, I'ma blow out his spine
f**k with me, you know we slangin' iron, I'm gon' punish them
Do or die, who it's gon' be? It's you or I, I got a drum for him

[Pre-Chorus]
My girl peach, free Von B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
If we strapped up, then we ridin' deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay
[Chorus]
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get big dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

[Outro]
I'm a f**kin' problem, nigga