Free Throw

Don't Be Shy Ay (Ay) Know that I'm a geek, ho Taro Shit Bitch Yuh, Ay (Yuh) Need like 3- Yuh, Yeah, Ay (Ay) Yuh Taro Shit Bitch Got a free shot on the opps, like a free throw Had your baby momma at the crib, she hitting C notes Bought her a new watch, go with the fit, ain't leaving me, ho 'Cause you know that the shit baby gone get a repo Know that I'm a geek, ho And he hit the bottle with it I'm gone need like 3 more Percs inside my bottle, bitch I'm only getting green, ho Do you got a problem with it? That bitch wait for me, ho Posing like a model with it, nah I'm with it Nigga at the club getting lucky, just like I'm bottle flipping Finna catch a slug to the face, if I catch you bothering me Tryna get the fame 'cause you niggas don't even honor it You don't even know my name, but your bitch does she was hollering it Yeah I was all up in it We was moving back to back like we was watering it We gone pull up to your spot and we robbing it, bitch You ain't even seeing past the windows, yeah they all were tinted Ay, Ay I can't hear you, 'cause I can't talk to a bitch Up your hands before I up the metal leave you in a ditch Like a bitch, I know that you really ain't gone let it hit No shit, I could tell just from the way you holding it All sideways Niggas don't even know how this shit go, but what could I say? Acting like I ever tote a pole, but I know my way 'Round a nigga block and if he ever try to press me know that nigga getting rocked We gone leave him on a dock Last year he was talking shit Now he wanna be best friends think not You could be friends with my glock Niggas always wanna spread shit 'round Not my music but they always wanna talk 'Til I'm getting hot Bitches wanna talk Saying shit that's not Nigga kick rocks Bitch you get shot Put 'em in a box Say look at your watch? Say look at your watch and I'm stealing it Money like I'm fishing, the way that a nigga reeling it I had to switch my flow, I'm not sure if y'all bitches digging it All these beats I be killing 'em, telling death you can keep that shit Ain't even have to show it, he ran when I was concealing it Tryna tell me to come over sober, bitch I ain't feeling it Had this bitch hit my phone, I declined it I ain't even see that shit Call her back on my trap phone, my main bitch don't be hearing it This bitch she got a black phone, the way that she be stealing kids We apart? Nah bitch look where you at Feel like a shark in the tank, way I'm signing for cash Got Noah's Arc in the bank, way I got two of that We sent some shots and them niggas ended up running back Like Rosa Parks, yeah you know that I be front of the pack I saw my heart breaking, so I just took another tab I got my bars shaking niggas heads, like they getting smacked I'm always gone, faded, but no I won't miss with the gat (Bitch)