Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Protect
Vocals
pakk.
Performer
Pro tect
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricky Shanklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
pakk.
Producer
mikey
Producer
Lyrics
(Pretti)
(Hitechstef)
(If you not Ball Hog, then die)
(Kill yourself)
I got no assists, I just score the points
I be smokin' loud pack, my za got some noise
My twin swerve the big cat, whip it like a toy
What you talking 'bout, ho? It's not important
Four lines in my soda, it got my vision distorted
Told twin's ass, “Better not pass the ball, now go ahead and score it”
I be stressed about this shit, I gotta remember to enjoy it
I'm goin' up, labels callin' me, they wanna talk to Tect
I'm with my squad, we in the park, we 'bout to ball and we got next
I just shot my shot, and that shit just hit, all net
I just shot my shot, and I just hit, yeah, all net
Just woke up to some racks
Louis backpack, this bih' hold my strap
This lil' ho annoyin' me, wanna know where I stay
Went to sleep in Buffalo, then woke up in LA
And lil' gang, don't get too comfortable, them bullets hit yo' brain
I'ma Ball hog when I whip this car, keep cloggin' up the lane
We in that Trackhawk, yeah, bitch it's too insane
How the fuck you think we got here? We done put in pain
We done put in work
“Hi I'm Tect, nice to meet you,” I could put you on a shirt
Got 'bout three bands from the show
I know she gon' pop this perc', told my twin, “Let's give and go”
Like we Jason Kidd and Dirk, I'm finna make it for my hood
Damn I'm the first, wanna make sure that you good
Wanna make sure you ain't hurt, yeah, we on slimy shit
Better hide your purse
Please don't break my line, bih'
You did me the worst
You gotta take your time with it, at first it may not work
I got no assists, I just score the points
I be smokin' loud pack, my za got some noise
My twin swerve the big cat, whip it like a toy
What you talking 'bout, ho? It's not important
Four lines in my soda, it got my vision distorted
Told twin's ass, “Better not pass the ball, now go ahead and score it”
I be stressed about this shit, I gotta remember to enjoy it
I'm goin' up, labels callin' me, they wanna talk to Tect
I'm with my squad, we in the park, we 'bout to ball and we got next
I just shot my shot, and that shit just hit, all net
I just shot my shot, and I just hit, yeah, all net
Written by: Ricky Shanklin
