Matt Proxy Free Throw Lyrics

[Intro]
Surf gang
Yeah
Stick by my side but my lean is low (I came up for real, nigga)
My grandma ask me "What jeans are those?"
You couldn't tell what jeans–, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I did it, I did it, I did it
I'll pour more before I finish my sentence
She ain't got the text but she still got the message
She knew I was up next off of my interest
Got a mud cup, slur my sentences
[Diamond water?] and the world look [?]
That is not your girl she mistress
It's a young nigga world, yeah, free young Melly, yeah

[Chorus]
Stick by my side but my lean this pole
My grandma ask me "What jeans are those?" (I came up for real, nigga)
You couldn't tell me what jeans are those
You couldn't tell me what jeans (I came up for real, nigga)
Keep it a hundred like fever low
She broke my heart but it's seasonal She was just kissing on me before
She was just kissing on me
Stick by my side but my lean this pole, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
You rich [?] get f*cked up
You know I get, uh, get f*cked up
Designer shit, I'm getting f*cked up
Told my mom "I'll be late for supper"
Ripped jeans on me, I f*cked up
One life you get, get f*cked up
Bad bitch know it's fake, get f*cked up
Bad bitch [Non-Lyrical Vocals]

[Chorus]
Yeah, stick by my, yeah
Yeah, stick by my side but my, uh
Stick by my side but my lean is pole
My grandma ask me "What jeans are those?"
You couldn't tell me what jeans are those
You couldn't tell me what jeans
Keep it one hundred like fever low
She broke my heart but it's seasonal
She was just kissing on me before
She was just kissing on me