Freewave 5 LUCKI

[Intro]
Ayy, Sawbuck, tell 'em hoes what you on
Shit, I'm boolin', man
Haha (You good?), let me hit that dope though
Ayy, Freewave, Freewave, Freewave
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy (Real trap shit)
Ten hundred, Sawbuck, Freewave
Gangsta Grillz Jr
Haha, ayy

[Verse]
Cut and sew Supreme, baby, this is not no Polo
Underdog shorty, dodging balls from them dojos
Posted by the store, being adored by my high school whore
She know that I'm gold, 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 one of them
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 tryna peep it, but your voice led to deceiving and laughing
Lean stains on my hoodie, laughin' now, that's that high fashion
Busting down a zip like it's the first pick of the draft, man
Pumping out my grandma house like fuck trap, it's a gas can
Pumping on his block, we stole the stash up out his trashcan