LUCKI - Freewave 5 lyrics

Ayy, Sawbuck tell em' whatcha' on
Shit, I'm boolin' mane
Haha (You good?) , lemme hit that dope though
Ayy, Freewave, Freewave, Freewave
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy
Ten 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 gone, it's a rope
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 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"
Ayy, Sawbuck tell these niggas man
They ain't fuckin' with us man
Y'all ain't fucking with us man
We been doing this shit
(Shit, we been doin' this shit, haha)
Fuck you talking about?
Yo' lil' goof ass boy
Gangsta Grillz ya' bastard
(Gangsta Grillz ya' bastard)