Free Throw Lyrics

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)