Datrix & Zar - Free Throw Lyrics

(Daniel, you made this)
We finna cut 'em in half like an 180 angle (Cut 'em in half)
Rappin' and trappin', I'm playin' both sides of the field like I play for the Bengals (On God, on God)
When it see opps, it don't jam, it stays stable (Damn)
He tried to come in the trap with a cable (Uh-huh)
He got hit in the head now the nigga disabled
Smokin' the big Backwood like a table
Lit every weekend, I ain't talkin' 'bout Abel
These niggas cap, lie, fable (Uh)
Lettin' my nuts hang, dangle (Uh)
Pour up the 4, times table (Ayy)
Styrofoam cup with the syrup, no maple
Nigga, where are the hoes, nigga, where are the divas? (Where are they at?)
I'm tryna f*ck one and dip, I'ma leave her (On bro)
I want the smoke in the air like a wheezer (Goddamn)
I'm tryna make some shake like a seizure
I'm tryna make some shake like it's Harlem
Mommas, please start investin' in condoms, I don't want any 'net niggas gettin' more followers (F*ck no)
Me and Zar finna blow up like Osama
Countin' the money and adding more commas (Count)
Lettin' this choppa start singin' like opera (Brrr)
Better than niggas, I'm makin' new genres
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
That's how the Mac blow (That's how it blow)
Top two niggas, we creating a new flow
We see the feds, like a Lambo, we get low (We get low)
Nigga got hit, nigga went bitch mode (Uh-huh)
He threw the flag, nigga, that's a new low (New low)
We sellin' bricks, Ben Wallace at free throws
(We sellin' bricks, Ben Wallace, damn, damn, damn)
Ayy, Zar
Make sure you spazz on this ho
On God
I'm at the line shootin' blank like a free throw
I'm with yo' bitch and she givin' me deepthroat (Damn, damn)
She playin' pure but she really a freak, though (Really a freak, though)
Nowhere be found, just like I am Nemo (Like I am Nemo)
He talkin' wicked, I sent a torpedo (Yeah)
Keep me a gunner, I ain't talkin' a R.I.C.O. (I ain't talkin' a R.I.C.O.)
Heard lil' bro got packed like burrito (Damn)
That shit crazy, it won't happen to me, though (It won't happen to me, though)
Cousins, aunties, mamas, cougars (Damn)
Don't give a f*ck, put my trust in a Ruger (Trust in a Ruger)
Never on scene, I feel like a blooper (Just like a blooper)
She in a skirt, showin' ass like a Hooter (Just like a hooter)
Invadin' your crib just like an intruder (Grrah)
Shouldn't be typin' that shit on computer (Pussy)
Now yo' bitch lovin' the way I maneuver (She do)
Now yo' bitch give me brain like a tutor
(Cousins, aunties, mamas, cougars)
(Don't give a f*ck, put my trust in a Ruger)
(Never on scene, I feel like a blooper)
(She in a skirt, showin' ass like a Hooter)