Lil Rocca - Free Throw (feat. Yxng TwØn & Zaddy Trell) Lyrics

Pull up with bag, hit it with the grip
Just signed a deal, only ride with the cryp
I get the cash, I don't even flip
I'm running real fast, I don't gotta tip
Play with the bag, you might even fumble it
Runnin the game
I gotta rumble it
Runnin the game
I gotta rumble it
Big boy, yeah I rhyme like a poem
Hit a lick, hittem in the scrotum
Take a shot, hits are explosive
Nice guy, know I'm real wholesome
Checkin all my bars yeah I'm wreckless
I'm all whited out, went to the dentist
Mixin potions and emotions I'm a chemist
I just stole your girl I'm a menace
(Menace)
Zaddy Trell, n I'm comin wit da smooth flow
You on neva wanna run up on me tho
That's ya b***h what she comin to me fo
Like Santa yea yea you know she a hoe hoe
Take my shot hit her easy like a free throw
I'm on a streak ya nine hoes in a row
Here come her daddy oh quick a boy gotta go
Run da money up fast ya it's no slow
All gas no break on da first take
She got me drowin ya deep end of tha lake
We eatin good yah eat up like a steak
Yuh I'm finna other in juh like a steak
5 to 8 ya how much do it take
Talkin crazy sayin Zaddy Trell wait wait
It's all love ian goin on no hate date
Coach crazy imma big boy man weight
(Aye)
Ya it's yxng Twøn n***a know I'm with it
Beat a n***a up, like I ate spinach
Smash a hoe then I leave when I'm finished
You a warm up n***a you a scrimmage
Cash don't stop, top secret like a a hit list
Squad don't quit we hashtag relentless
Hit a n***a so hard used a hitstick
Cash don't sleep so baby make a wishlist
Ya don't see me no moe (Aye aye)
Too easy like a free throw
She give me top ya I call that a low blow
She talking reckless, pack it up she gotta go
I ain't worried bout da cookie I got da doe
(I got da doe)
(We ain't talkin bout no cookies)
(On the gang!)
(Yo that was fire!)