Free Dem 5's Song Lyrics

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)

This for lil' Jordan, alright
Mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
Yeah, it's Slime

My guard preach free, Vaughn B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we run 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

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 pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace

I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga
I play with them choppers, nigga
And I'm quick to pop somethin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga
I'm the fuckin' dada, nigga
Try to pull off, get followed with it
My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft
That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga