Bill Russell vibes, 11 ring status
One is on my middle finger cuz I straight up had it
Yeah we take yo hoe like Jason Kidd, n#gg# we pass it
This n#gg# swear he rich but his TV got that static
b#tch I’m making magic, Penny Hardaway
I don’t know why this n#gg# acting hard today
Like a f#ckin’ barbershop, this b#tch could’ve ran the fade
Thursday night madness
They got into action
Carolina Panthers
I hear punches landing
All the crowds were packing while them n#gg#s got to scrapping
If I got involved, I could’ve died in the traffic
I was up until 3 cuz of the quarterback
This wouldn’t happen if the weatherman ain’t always cap
Got away from them, n#gg# I was cool with that
Until I hear a n#gg# yell “somebody get my mac”
Dressed in red and black like a ladybug
I got all white b#tches like the Brady Bunch
This girl lied to me, you gon play me huh?
So you out here calling my homies yo baby, huh?
I damn near gotta pull it out and f#cking spray these punks
I ain’t doing sh#t for y’all you better pay me sum
I’m sick of being loyal, now I gotta play these sl#ts
I just nutted in yo b#tch, she got a baby bump
I took his b#tch and now he’s triggered
Bad b#tch, I got her digits
But then she blocked it that b#tch is tripping
Your sexy #ss gotta take a picture
Money big and it’s getting bigger
Ride or die for my real n#gg#s
#ss or t#tt#es which one you getting?
All these n#gg#s tryna talk some sh#t
You better look before you cross me b#tch
Hit a n#gg# like a hockey stick
You think you nice, you the opposite
n#gg# I’m rapping the realest sh#t
Water on me, boutta spill the drip
You piss me off, boutta kill a b#tch
I’m an artist, but I’m not paintin’
I just keep it a hunnid like I’m Benjamin Franklin
She got a fat #ss, the booty I’m spankin
I am a champ, b#tch I play for the Lakers
Hasta la vista, I’m the terminator
I feel like Drake and Soulja Boy cuz n#gg# we made it
n#gg#, get me on a song with Stunna 4 Vegas
I’m a young n#gg# who is way underrated
I’m a young n#gg# who’s way from the southern
I’m pressing the button, I’m Benjamin Button
Girl shut the f#ck up, I know that you love it
I told her we can f#ck, but I’m getting a rubber
And I’m gonna blow up and that’s word to my mother
They are gonna see me going from nothing to something
And I’m also gonna drop a new album this summer
I should take this whole album and send this sh#t to Stunna
Dressed in red and black like a ladybug
I got all white b#tches like the Brady Bunch
This girl lied to me, you gon’ play me huh?
So you out here calling my homies yo baby, huh?
I damn near gotta pull it out and f#cking spray these punks
I ain’t doing sh#t for y’all you better pay me sum
I’m sick of being loyal, now I gotta play these sl#ts
I just nutted in yo b#tch, she got a baby bump
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