FREETHROW lyrics

[Verse 1: KiD KAMi]
Free Throw
I’ma shoot my shots at motherf*ckers through the peephole
Know I'm throwing racks when I be up in the casino
Bullets going through yo’ f*cking home, not talking depot
Hit ’em like a thousand f*cking times, they call me dio
You gon die, come in this way, b*tch, ain’t no prolly
They said that they shooters, but they shoot nobody
Alright, hol’ on, hol’ on
Got all these dots on his body like PAC-MAN
That boy a b*tch, he irrelevant , Sadfriendd
b*tches all on me, they want satisfaction
b*tch I’m unchained, call me Samuel Jackson
Headshot Gang, leave his brains on the pavement
If you want you a feat, better come with the payment
He wanna talk, now his mom making statements
Tie you up and let you rot in the basement
Get the drop on a op, and you know I’ma beat it
After I f*ck, b*tch, you know I delete it
You cannot touch me b*tch I got the defense
Talking that sh*t but you know I'm a heathen
Keep close in a op, I ain’t even gotta aim
Tryna hop out on feet, walk down and go bang
Uppin’ the chop and I let that b*tch sang
Said uppin’ the stick like in raising the cain
[Verse 2: Kill Dyll]
Dyll its destined to kill all aye
Don't need any faith to give up
All Rage
All kindness is gone
New page
I scream for more fun
Back it up and I pass ya
Matter of fact I've done laps uh
f*ckers are lucky i'm holding my tongue
He won't even fall if I bludgeon and run
Three Shots
f*cking test me you b*tch boy
I itch for
More carnage and more blood
I pick up
Any parts that misplaced
Dispose of the body and
Charge for him anyway
Teeth missing now that b*tch
Look like a centipede
Pow pow pow make fake friends enemies
Bow bow bow don't post up kidding
Gotta be better than good in this industry
Half of these f*ckers are roaches competitive, fake
Crushing their neck and taking their breath
I’m taking off pussies don’t be a b*tch
[Verse 3: GxWatts]
I’m gon’ f*ck your b*tch
She gon’ do more than a deep throat
The way I’m coming up
You must think that I got cheat codes
All the rappers talking
Like they are some f*ckin’ cheap hoes
b*tch you took your shot and
Missed me ’cause you tried to free throw
b*tch I’m still standing
Right on my f*cking ten toes
Never fold, yeah my heart is cold
Why you acting bold?
I don’t need no pole
Just to f*ckin’ rock you hoe
I could make sure that I get your body
Buried in a hole
b*tch I put in work
Yeah I’ll pop a 730 Perc
b*tch you’ll get murked
You don’t want nobody getting hurt
b*tch you’ll get murked
You useless little worm
b*tch you’ll get murked
You don’t want nobody getting hurt
b*tch you’ll get murked
You useless little worm
[Outro: GxWatts]
Yuuuuh, f*ck ya’ll b*tches