ShittyBoyz
Ayy, it ain’t Fortnite but my circle getting small
Got Visas, had to trade in the basketball
Hoes choosing, guess I’m the man after all
Iced up, sticked up, n#gg#s play for Montreal
Construction crew, how my n#gg#s knock down the mall
Swipe this, punch that, I done broke a lot of laws
Told coach throw me in the game, it’s my time to ball
Broke, bummy, and hating, that’s a lot of y’all
Pockets fat, b#tch, high cholesterol
Bro’ll put one in yo #ss if you get involved
p#ss# wet, jump in, that’s a cannonball
Ninety-nine, n#gg#, that’s my pieces overall
Still sleeping on the gang? They off TYLENOL
But when we blow, they gon’ be the first on our balls
Bro keep two straps on him like he wearing overalls
Been balling on these n#gg#s ‘fore I even touched a ball
Feel like Lillard with the rock, b#tch, I’m too clutch
Dislike a n#gg# song, I don’t give two f#cks
Hang around dogs, n#gg#, you’ll get chewed up
Go ahead and go buy yo Blacks with yo two bucks
All these dubs in my pocket, I can’t lose once
All these scams, let go, tryna sue us
If it’s a play on the floor, watch me suit up
Bet if yo b#tch had to choose, she would choose us
Balling hard, ask coach, “Can I move up?”
Robins on now, I used to be True’d up
Dropped a four in the pop, almost threw up
High as hell, jumped in the Robins and flew up
Word to Dee, I bought too much, huh
Brought the roll out, keep yo boo tucked, huh
Perping on the ‘net, you can’t fool us
When cause slide [?] with a stick like two nuts
b#tch, I ball for the money, ain’t no exhibition
And I’m finna hit the road, this a expedition
My shooter don’t miss shots, I swear he so efficient
I’m known for reeling in the hams, something like it’s fishing
Huh, real n#gg#, I’m the definition
n#gg#s all talk, giving speeches like a politician
In my own race ’cause in my eyes it ain’t no competition
When I say I loaded up, I’m not talking ’bout ammunition
Oh, you ain’t seen the sneaks? These a new edition
Got the game on lock, Ric Flair with the submission
Look up “Punch God”, n#gg#, I’m the definition
Bro pass the b#tch down court like it’s transition
Good Bible in my pocket, b#tch, I feel Christian
Pass the play to my mans, call that “court vision”
Put my life in these bars like I’m in prison
I can teach you how to make ten in ten minutes
Me and [?:] we stepping in Balenciagas
[?:] boys, Big B’s, I don’t rock with Sada
Keep a stick, I ain’t swinging for no piñata
Jump stupid? Call, that’s my top shotta
Back shots, pull her ponytail yelling, “b#tch, yaga”
Throwing brain for tuition, you would think the b#tch a scholar
I been tryna run me up a check since I was a toddler
Stay tuned, we gon’ blow soon, that’s on my mama
Do I got the giffies? Do you got a brain?
Come on now, my sh#t punch like it’s Roman Reigns
Robins on my #ss, I’d rather fly in these than catch a plane
Put holes in him like a strainer, watch his noodles drain
Limp with that roll in my pocket, I need a cane
b#tch got popped through her top, call her “Champagne”
b#tch, I stay with bread, nickname should be “Whole Grain”
Always been a cool n#gg#, ice up my veins
TrDee in the back pushing up his glasses
Please take them buffs off ’cause them b#tches plastic
I need to stop loading up ’cause I be skipping classes
Allen Iverson with the mic, what the f#ck is practice?
Good dope in Wonderland, call him “Alice”
n#gg#s tryna brawl ’cause we ball, Malice at the Palace
You can catch me hopping on my green like a praying mantis
It ain’t sh#t to get a n#gg# shocked, you don’t want static
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