Be Free - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

I pushed all of your buttons, still wasn’t working

When you walk, it was bloody, like somebody hurt you

Christian Louboutin rocking, YSL perfume

Way too good for me, I don’t deserve you

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

I wasn’t a trick but I showed you all of my tricks

I know you was lit

I would pull up in a 7 and you would pull up in a 6

Big money shit

Heard you grew up in The Hills

I grew up on a bridge, grew up in the mix

Feeling uncomfortable still, I can’t even talk to my friends about how it’s been

Montana got caught selling crills

It hurt to tell him how it feels to touch all these M’s

Do what you want 'cause you still thinking about me even though you been

fucking with him

Feel like you need company still, I ain’t your enemy, girl, I’m your friend

Let’s do it over again, again, again

I pushed all of your buttons, still wasn’t working

When you walk, it was bloody, like somebody hurt you

Christian Louboutin rocking, YSL perfume

Way too good for me, I don’t deserve you

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

Don’t know how to say this, ain’t easy in person

But girl, this ain’t working, you think I be flirting

So you went out flirting

I bought you that Birkin, he bought you a shirt

I hope it was worth it, I know you think

I know you think I’m crazy but I’m not a

Not a regular person, I don’t do Mercedes unless it’s a Maybach

The one with the curtains

My flex is your favorite and I ain’t one

Ain’t the one you should play with

Been having trouble finding someone to stay with

And who you know, I’ll go half on a baby with, girl, you know

All we needed was patience, you feel a way

I wish you would just say that shit, girl, you know

Girl, I wish that you would say that shit

While you’re with your friends and not alone

I pushed all of your buttons, still wasn’t working

When you walk, it was bloody, like somebody hurt you

Christian Louboutin rocking, YSL perfume

Way too good for me, I don’t deserve you

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free

Be free, be free, be free