[Verse 1: KiD KAMi]

Free Throw

I’ma shoot my shots at motherfuckers through the peephole

Know I'm throwing racks when I be up in the casino

Bullets going through yo’ fucking home, not talking depot

Hit ’em like a thousand fucking times, they call me dio

You gon die, come in this way, bitch, ain’t no prolly

They said that they shooters, but they shoot nobody

Alright, hol’ on, hol’ on

Got all these dots on his body like PAC-MAN

That boy a bitch, he irrelevant, Sadfriendd

Bitches all on me, they want satisfaction

Bitch I’m unchained, call me Samuel Jackson

Headshot Gang, leave his brains on the pavement

If you want you a feat, better come with the payment

He wanna talk, now his mom making statements

Tie you up and let you rot in the basement

Get the drop on a op, and you know I’ma beat it

After I fuck, bitch, you know I delete it

You cannot touch me bitch I got the defense

Talking that shit but you know I'm a heathen

Keep close in a op, I ain’t even gotta aim

Tryna hop out on feet, walk down and go bang

Uppin’ the chop and I let that bitch sang

Said uppin’ the stick like in raising the cain

[Verse 2: Kill Dyll]

Dyll its destined to kill all (What?)

Don't need any faith to give up (Aye!)

All Rage, all kindness is gone (Yuh!)

A new page, I scream through all fire (Aye!)

Pack it up I done passed ya

Matter of fact I've done laps uh

Fuckers are lucky i'm holding my tongue

He won't even fall til I bludgeon and gut him

Three shots, fucking test me you bitch boy

I itch for more carnage and more blood

Rip up anyone in this world

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Dispose of the body and charged for the litering

Take thirty wins that's love for a centipede

Pow pow pow make fake friends enemies

Wow, wow, wow don't post up kidding

Gotta be better than good in this industry

Half of these fuckers are vultures, competitive, fake

Grasping their neck and taking their breath

I’m taking off pussies don’t do your best

[Verse 3: GxWatts]

I’m gon’ fuck your bitch

She gon’ do more than a deep throat

The way I’m coming up

You must think that I got cheat codes

All the rappers talking

Like they are some fuckin’ cheap hoes

Bitch you took your shot and

Missed me ’cause you tried to free throw

Bitch I’m still standing

Right on my fucking ten toes

Never fold, yeah my heart is cold

Why you acting bold?

I don’t need no pole

Just to fuckin’ rock you hoe

I could make sure that I get your body

Buried in a hole

Bitch I put in work

Yeah I’ll pop a 730 Perc

Bitch you’ll get murked

You don’t want nobody getting hurt

Bitch you’ll get murked

You useless little worm

Bitch you’ll get murked

You don’t want nobody getting hurt

Bitch you’ll get murked

You useless little worm

[Outro: GxWatts]

Yuuuuh, fuck ya’ll bitches