Freewave 5

Ayy, Sawbuck tell 'em what ya on
Shit, I'm boolin, mane
Haha, lemme hit that dope though, ayy
Ayy, Freewave, Freewave, Freewave
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy
10 hunnid, Sawbuck, Freewave
Gangsta Grillz Jr
Haha, ayy

Cut and sew Supreme, baby, this is not no Polo
Underdog shawty, dodging balls from them dojos
Posted by the store, being adored, by my high school whore
She know that I'm goal, it's her role, she gon' clear my soul
Or attitude, and ain't no healing mine
Judge them off first impressions, his jewelry sad as mine
It's one of them and one of them
She know it's more than water, duh
So she just gon' cater to me whenever I need it
I read it, like oh so clear
Under your words is braille on there
But I'm trying to peep it
But your voice led to deceiving
The laughing
Lean stains on my hoodie, laugh it out
That's the high fashion
Busting down a zip like it's the first pick of the draft man
Pumping out my grandma's house, like fuck trap, it's a gas can
Bumping on his block, we stole the stash up out his trashcan

And I'm like "ayy, ayy, ayy"
Riding in that Chevy
I'm like "ayy, ayy"
Sawbuck, he swerving
I'm like "ayy, ayy"
Aye Sawbuck tell these niggas man, they ain't fucking with us man
Y'all ain't fucking with us man, we been doing this shit, fuck you talking about?
You lil' goofy ass boy
Gangsta Grillz, ya' bastard (Gangsta Grillz ya' bastard)



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Writer(s): Karl Hamnqvist, Lucki Camel Jr
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