Caskey - No Such Thing As Free lyrics

Uh Peep me in a Jeep two deep It's just me and my heat, y'all wanna take anything, leave boy sleep No such thing as free, uh Four act tough but they ain't got sh** on me (Woo) Rappers all good but they ain't got sh** on me Trunk music sh**, you can bump to it Pull her up to it Try me one time and you can't undo it They ain't got sh** on me Trunk music, huh Rappers all good but they ain't got sh** on me (Motherf**ers need to quit talking all that crazy sh** How much girls, d** they got Give a f** about none of that sh**) Ayy, I don't care how much dope you selling You should care more about the hoes that you telling Dirt, leather soft, I'm repping Always gotta ride with a weapon Spent too much time outside with the felons Daddy was an outlaw, ride with the eightball Guns in the ride, we ain't talking about paintball Don't mean I won't get in the paint Know last rapper that I came for got mangled (Got mangled) Left him bloody in the streets, paramedic company That's a pair of scary crackers, your cup of tea c*nt, you were smiling, try not f** with me, yeah Yelawolf, black sheep, blacking out on sleep Blackout curtains for the heat Black is what is underneath Try to come swim with the shark but the water is getting too deep And I gotta get in my feast I get ahead of myself when I talk about y'all Like you know I got the sk** to compete Still I don't miss a beat, riding with Pistol Pete Two felonies and a misdeme' Study the folks who tried me before you 'Cause like them you gonna be history Trunk music sh**, you can bump to it Pull her up to it Try me one time and you can't undo it No such thing as free, uh Trunk music, uh Rappers all cool but they ain't got sh** on me (But they ain't got sh** on dude) Peep me and my bag like a basket of Peeps Off from c**aine and an Advil relief Y'all cannot fool me, boy, I laugh to the bank I'm the sh** with the stain Ridin' around in a tank in a tanktop Knife on my leg, hoping one of y'all namedrop f** what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot f** what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot Watch 'em pop up out the blue, that's a Percocet Tryna stay cool but it's hot in this turtleneck, ooh I hurdle a herd of sheep in my sleep Before I woke up in bed, I took a leak Bedwetter, trendsetter Dead center of the attention and finna get better Turn that p**y into wet weather Is it hailing or it's meth weather? Why do you inhale it? It make the s** better Huffing a line, covered in hives Walking on gla**, breaking the ice Money got me rolling like dice Molly got me rolling like dice Paid the price, I gave my life My heart and soul, I won the fight We on a roll, I'm on a roll I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired Raised the bar, I'm on the rise It's trunk music sh**, you can bump to it Pull her up to it Try me one time and you can't undo it No such thing as free, uh Trunk music, uh Rappers all cool but they ain't got sh** on me (Yeah, check out my boots, b**h Hahaha... yeah) I just left a thrift shop with a Ziploc full of new wings Got a few things for the miss, I got no bling on the wristwatch That denim vest, put that top rock of that vintage New York hip-hop Where the funk at? Y'all lost that Too much trap, not enough style Too much gold, not enough slow Too much blow, not enough pot Two months ago now it's old school I'm like, f** that sh**, no, it's not Look, you don't want it with the posse, p**y Not me, try me, push me Pull up on your f**ing block, we mopping Got you sloppy, gushy Mafia, mafia, Slumerican is the mafia And I am not being co*ky but Slumerican is unstoppable Give a f** 'bout that Glock you tote, even my mama got pistols You should be more afraid of Mama Wolf if you let that clip go Gang, gang Never snorted Columbian, bang, bang But I snorted enough glue to knock a few screws loose And the rails up off my train That Ozzy Osbourne, why's he always going? Lying a** rappers, not a rider, boy I'm a rider for the music I perform Got another tour, know what I did it for? Family handing me bills Enemies handing me grills Can I be young and concealed? Know I'm an animal seer Only presented with thrills So don't pretend to be real Rappers are getting you k**ed Punking you out of a deal s**ered you out of the bill Then owe the real thing I'm the real thing I will k** dreams Freddy Krueger with the Ruger pumped into you What's the music? Trunk music