Turner Field (Stadiums) - YFN Lucci

Too many real ones locked up

I want them niggas to hear this from stadium to stadium

Free Major Grams

Free Shell

Free Poochie

Gangsta Grillz

Free Pookie-Pook

Free my nigga kenny

Free 20 Dog and free Maro

Free the whole Edison gang

Free my nigga Q Money

Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded

Big boss worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it

Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah

I remember we used to hustle by the stadium

Bendin' blocks and runnin' from the cops, yeah, uh

I remember ridin' in hotboxes, yeah, uh

Ay, we were somewhere tryna pop and lock

We spot it out then we gon' pop the top

Made eighty thousand on the auto mall on that boy

I can’t fuck with none of you lil' suckas, you niggas lollipops

And we good at poppin' Glocks

My lil' brother Jay caught a body, he don’t know how to stop

I’m trappin', bitch, I might run off

Uh, we be in the 'partment, uh, we got hard and soft, huh

Used to pull out, get a ten, come back and break you off

Now my leather real soft, now I’m prolly at Weezy house

I put VVs in my mouth, my potna cold clean you out, yeah

We made it this far, nigga, we stars (Uh huh)

Plus I hold the chopper like I hold a guitar (Yeah)

Now I pull strings like a guitar

That lean got me throwed off, BG just like O-Dogg (Yeah)

Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded

Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it

Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah

I remember we used to hustle by the stadium

Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded

Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it

Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah

I remember we used to hustle by the stadium

Ay, you think we just gon' sit here and starve

Fuck wrong with y’all?

(Nah)

Think we ain’t gon' play by my dawg, what wrong with y’all?

We ain’t got no pressure slangin' gun, fuck the law, huh

If we ain’t got no paper we gon' go sell the raw

Call my youngin, they pull up with stick, sell 'em somethin'

Only for the money, they tryna take holmes head off, uh

From where we comin', you know we so hard head, y’all

I lost my cousin to a bitch and my cousin wasn’t even involved

I’m thuggin', ready for war (What else?)

They ain’t care about my nigga, why the fuck should I care about y’alls?

Fuck it, go kill 'em all, uh

Raised up in public houses

With no room on the bed, we had to sleep on the couches, yeah

Now we in the club, I got my foot on the couch and shit

My nigga dead, we gotta shoot up they house and shit

They like, «We train with the feds, we don’t know how to miss»

Only med sippin' red, I don’t know how to quit, yeah

Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded

Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it

Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah

I remember we used to hustle by the stadium

Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded

Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it

Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah

I remember we used to hustle by the stadium

Yeah

Rest in peace, Gino

I remember we used to hustle by the stadium

Yeah, yeah