42 Dugg, Lil Durk - Free RIC lyrics

Can't be fucked with (At all)
(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch
I'm holding for the East
On the count of three
Everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three
Everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet

A Patek, a Patek, a Patek
Was gon' buy it for my daddy
Let me find out niggas cappin'
Ain't 'bout action
Baguettie, baguettie, baguettie
They say I might regret
It if I chandelier a skelly, plus they tax
Heard the fetty ain't shit in Alabama


42 for the bammer
Just say we forget to stamp 'em
Not on a camеra
Ayy, I wish a nigga would play with me
Sixty-two for the 'Za
The buds two-еight a piece
I love to get 'em cheap
Them drugs keep me in sync
Might thump a bitch if she blink
Ray these 10's ain't pink, then again
Wanna see me stretch some bitch in the pen?
Been thuggin' since we was kids
My brother know what I did
Between him and that SIG
I know I'm five out of ten
It hurt me to hear that
Ain't that some shit, bitch
First incomplete I ever had on a hit
You a trip, that ain't stoppin' shit
We poppin' shit see a bitch, we drop a bitch

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch
I'm holding for the East
On the count of three
Everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three
Everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
Bitch, better not say shit to
None of my niggas, ayy

Chevy, T-top, on D-U-Bs
A lil' old seventy for these watches
Four for the weed
Throw a bitch shit for eavesdropping
This confidential
I'm the shit, I need some tissues
Seventeen up in this nickel
I get pissed, I might go crazy
Bitch, I'm rich, y'all niggas hatin'
Take me back when I had love, me and, we

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch
I'm holding for the East
On the count of three
Everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three
(Smurk) , everybody yell free RIC (Gang)
Free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
(Foenem, let's get it)
Bitch better not say shit to
None of my niggas, ayy
(Bitch)

Quarantine, pop out with them killers
Shit be boring me (Let's get it)
Got her titties done and I'm the reason
Don't be ignorin' me (Bitch)
Foenem died flukey, they too happy
Shit be blowing me (Let's get it)
Textin' bitches bringing up my name
They be showin' me (Man, what?)
Hellcats, run up on that wide-body
His head stretched (yeah)
Clean gun, I take the switch off
Put it in my headrest (yeah)
I drive far, you don't take care of your fam
What you alive for?
Same niggas screamin' that they gang
The one I die for
Blick blick, chopper chop-chop, Glock fah-fah
(Fah-fah) trench baby, got it out the mud
I'm a rockstar (Rockstar)
Every nigga 'round me got a bag, on my mama
(Gang, gang) he killed me in his comments
I killed him with these commas (yeah)
Free Steve 'nem, free Jam 'nem
Free 'Nine 'nem money on you dead
Just take it out 'cause you can't dine in
I got killers with outstanding warrants
That still be flyin' in (Still be flyin' in)
Screamin' you gon' slide, if you
Gon' slide, then nigga, slide then
(Slide, slide) i'm from the 'Raq, where the
Gangsters at, lil' bro, paint his ass
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Glock with beam, look like laser tag
You can't save his ass (yeah)
Wet him up, bro'nem bath his ass
Bro'nem chase his ass (yeah)
Bro'nem face his ass, I relate to that
I relate to that (Man, what?)

That Patek can't bust but you know me
Holding for the 4's, bitch
I'm holding for the East
On the count of three
Everybody yell free RIC, free Skeet
Free RIC, free Kwe, free RIC, free Meech
On the count of three
Everybody yell free RIC, free Meech
Free RIC, free Tee, free RIC, free Skeet
Bitch better not say shit to
None of my niggas, ayy