Free Throw Lyrics

Seventeen kept the pounds with Scooter

Young n- 'gon run up a check

Take a trip to Miami-Dade, we at X's grave, had to pay my respect

With your b-, serve me up a plate, know her stomach full off the h- and the s

Lunch on the river we off of LaSalle

Contemplating 'bout life and success

Young buck stacking up my chips

No we not talking Doritos

Pull up to joy and we running s

Saw Tsig in the back with a freak h

I don't even need an Audemar, know it's my time ima gleam bro

And you a fold, step up to the line, missing on all of your free throws

On the stage and I'm rocking out these shows

I can see through the lines like a screen door

Yeah lil baby think I'm Pooh bear

Keep my thumb in her b-, call her Eeyore

Got your girl on my Disney

She sucking d- and watching Nemo

We can run it back another day, calling on my phone like you need more

Reality check when you link with me

Go back to your man he ain't s- to me

Took my mom and Kyle on a shopping spree

The older dudes say I'm a prodigy

Me and grams at Chicago Cut

300 for steak, I eat that for lunch

Eighth of shrooms in a PBJ, 'bout an hour later know im bound to bust

You ain't half of a man when it come to us

While you settle for less when I double up

I don't got time for no vacay, always put in work like a tonka truck

Five years ago I couldn't picture this

In the Mag-Mile stacking dividends

Not broke but I ain't stupid rich

I make love songs, don't know who Cupid is

Tryna tell these locals that I'm really him

Seventeen kept the pounds with Scooter

Young n- 'gon run up a check

Take a trip to Miami-Dade, we at X's grave, had to pay my respect

With your b-, serve me up a plate, know her stomach full off the head and the sex

Lunch on the river we off of LaSalle

Contemplating 'bout life and success

Young buck stacking up my chips

No we not talking Doritos

Pull up to joy and we running shit

Saw Tsig in the back with a freak h

I don't even need an Audemar, know it's my time ima gleam bro

And you a fold, step up to the line, missing on all of your free throws