Free The Shiners

[Intro: EST Gee]
(Look out, Veno)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, mm
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Hop out with the chop out at my opp house ( At my opp house)
Niggas swear they dont **** with 12, be tryna cop out
Drive bounce, smellin what Im cookin, put the rock down (Smellin what Im cookin)
Thot bitch used to **** with us, she a opp now (She a opp)
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Block bitch, ****in B, her excuse: she sellin beans
Who want em for seventeen? A thousand under eleven Gs
If check, exotic? Nah, nigga, meth? Yes
Rapper where? I sell dog and Im not embarrassed
[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Uh, yeah, stress press, circle squares and thats a solid rep
Quarter large, this bitch hittin hard, she tryin not to stare
I dont care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there
Ima jump out first, you know I never been no follower
[Verse 4: 42 Dugg & EST Gee]
And I saved her under, 'swallower'
Supreme Trues, Prada purse
I dont trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert
Rapper second, killer first
My opps probably invented shirts
'Whats her name?' Still in the dirt
Lil homie and cousin, Im young, thuggin (Yeah)
Big Sprites, they muddy, twelve uncles, they nutty (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We been killin for money
[Verse 5: EST Gee]
Yeah, we been killin for nothin, bare face in public
Lets get back for our brother, nigga better not ask for nothin
Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin
Niggas die fore they blink they eyes, aint even see me uppin
Head was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I aint even get to * *** her (I wont even ****, huh)
I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her (I told the bitch I love her)
[Verse 6 : 42 Dugg]
And I told these bitches, '**** her'
Cant get me, gotta do my brother
Count to three, at three Im dumpin
Bumpin, jumpin, * *** em, slump em (Bah, uh)
See ya yellin, 'Free RIC', Im still yellin, 'Free me'
E-S-T, free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I aint bangin
**** nigga been tryin me, aint no put it behind me
Im on this shit for real, aint jumpin on no deals
Before I was countin Ms, I was keepin up with drills
I know what you aint did
And I know that you aint built for smoke
So why you playin with a nigga who done killed before?
We still young, thuggin (Yeah)
Yellin, 'Free all my brothers' (Yeah), yellin, 'Free all the shiners'
Indicted for wearin diamonds, **** em, yeah