Free Bradders
Free Bradders
That's bro from kway before snakes and ladders
We was 15 throwing up gang signs
Looking like we're playing ching chang chana
Bro backing out rammers
Finesse a man's jewels Santana
Then tell big man just back up
Way before J Hus didn't like ice in this Fanta
Finesse these broad day chingings
Knives just shine in the camera
Years later nothing ain't changed
Pressure these opps and banter
Had one hand on the spin ting
And the other there tryna keep balance
Free Bradders
10 toes do road free smoke love hammers
Couple g packs do road M-way smash it
In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders
Like how many years I been grinding
Free my nigga B it's just timing
Fake yutes in Tottenham not like him
OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds
Long clip equipped to ride with
No one ain't into fighting
Gang rip it back and just light him
Especially if you don't like him
Skatty I handle my ting
Free Bradders bro from early
Before he had single plaits
All he knows is drill and trap
Got him in the jailhouse kicking back
I'm on the M way doing up mileage
M sport whip no hybrid
Cut that pack into slices
The opps ain't men they're mices
Why feds wanna grab my bros
Free Bradz till he back on road
And he's free in Tottenham like Danny Rose
No more bag up at 6 or doing up canteen codes
Just fresh home back on the strip
Grinding tryna stack this dough
Free Bradders
We was in Niz grabbing shanks up tall but now it's live corn out hammers
I remember that day in I 20 inch big made the fuckboy stagger
Good in the hood we can never take bad up
Got a jigga batty ting from the Niz
B got one from the 9 that's badder
Niggas must really gone mad
Feds need to free my bro Brad
I know that them boy there happy
Cah nuff ting gang left them boy there sad
Sawn-off dots handing and rambs
10 toes ped ding-dong with waps
Remember that day it was far from rainy
My man still got splashed
Free Bradders
What you know bout putting young G's
In a cab filled with daggers
Old school days blood on my mums cooking knife no hammers
Now I bag up the light in cling
Still rise up my rusty ting
I had to switch up how I text
Before the jakes come like what's next
We the ones investing in poles
While you chill with bae and hoes
Free Bradz free Bradz free Bradz
My aim's narrow I just got a shot in Harrow
I just boot like I did it in jail
One hook Jack Sparrow
