Текст песни Free Throw - Justoid

Seventeen kept the pounds with Scooter
Young nigga 'gon run up a check
Take a trip to Miami-Dade, we at X's grave, had to pay my respect
With your bitch, 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 hoe
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 butt, call her Eeyore
Got your girl on my Disney +
She sucking dick 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 shit 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 nigga 'gon run up a check
Take a trip to Miami-Dade, we at X's grave, had to pay my respect
With your bitch, 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 hoe
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