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Yeah (Ayy, J.K) If you ain't looking for the checkmate, you ain't thinking right Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz If you ain't looking for the checkmate, you ain't thinking right Every move you take be an L, you must be the knight Why you put that chain on if you ain't even freeze the ice? If you don't treat me like a king, bitch, I'ma leave tonight Off-White with the arrows, I don't do that Aéropostale Why the fuck your whip so slow? Is you scared of throttle? Scoring like Kareem in these buffs, not a pair of goggles Heard it's hoes around, shit, the BNB prepared with bottles Your mans broke on his dick, put him on his feet Out in Cali, thinking 'bout the hood, looking at the beach Jugg Messiah 3, J.K back up on the beat He had a BAPE sign, .223 took it off his tee Ruth Chris dinner, ask the waiter, "Can I start with water?" Let us catch you on the East, we gon' leave that car on Chalmers Swing sticks like we golfing, Wocky in the Arnold Palmer Flying 'round in a UFO, I can't park the saucer At the mall ten in the morning like a power walker We trying to cut your head with these sticks, But I ain't 'round no barbers If the plug taxing, I'ma rob him, fuck a counteroffer Bitch head so good, I made her stay an hour longer Once you put another jersey on, you can't switch back In the field like Khalil Mack, bitch, I get sacks Punch God, yes, bitch, that's me, I still ship jacks My bitch working magic with the Visas, she know witchcraft Scat Pack, told her buckle up 'fore she get whiplash Good lil' 'script, auntie told 'em that her hip bad Getting work in, brodie shooting like a gym rat Post my location on the 'Gram, it say "Zip Bag" He need a big hat in the booth 'cause he big cap That 2006 Taurus, you can't even drift that If gang down, the first rule is to split racks Real shit talker, think I need a hundred Tic Tacs Oh, you want the sauce? Have you ever seen a pig fly? You put your trust in her, don't you know that every bitch lie? I don't want the steak if the rice with it ain't shrimp fried Used to treat me like the little guy, now I'm big time Used to leave me on the bench, now I'm balling like I'm Jordan Riding 'round foreign, hop out walking in some foreigns You ain't got no money, so what you talk is not important They don't got what I want to eat, bae, we off to Morton's Said that he the plug, well, the cord must've got a shortage Poured a four at the airport and I snored through boarding If you ain't outside, then we on the block door to dooring Heard they let you start one game, you had a poor performance All the pain I ever felt, that shit implanted in my brain That life shit goes on, whatever happened, I can't change Balling on the sunny days 'cause I was stacking through the rain Good casket for you if you think you snatching you a chain Straight to the racks, I'm a warrior like Kevon Looney Fuck around and breakdance to it, this shit hella groovy Ain't a snake nowhere by me, but I'm stepping Gucci Thought he heard a T-Rex, that's the engine revving, goofy Shawn Michaels DNA, I pull up, stop the show, baby She ask for some money, that's a, "Hell nah", ain't no, "Maybe" Grab a profile, ship a cash card, and go crazy Back before the booth, I was straight 'cause the road paid me Big loaf now, back then was starving with a crumb Shout out Lando, he knew I'd be a star before I was Step back, hit it, bitch, I get like Harden in the clutch Valet know who it is, they parked it in the front I ain't never need a time machine to see them M's coming Every time I fell down, I got up and kept running Three five of Mambas in the 'Wood got my head rushing I'm two minutes into your song, you ain't said nothing Looking down at the Apple Watch, bitch, it's game time They used to lane change, now they switch boats and wave ride SB4L, lil' bitch, I'm on the same side You smoking bottom shelf Cookie, pussy boy, you ain't fried Spell, "Team", young dawg, you don't hear the letter, "I" Real life scammer, hit them stores for a better life Thinking that you turnt? Better make sure your pressure right Star player, you can check the box score whatever night Phew, huh, ayy Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Writer(s): James Iv, J.k. Beats Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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