He pass me the ball, he never pass me the ball

Pass me the ball, Kobe pass me the ball and I shot a three

**** yellin' from the stands, watch what you sayin'

Blowin' peanut butter cookie in my cup like jam (Purp')

Turn you to a Warrior, put a dub on yo' head

He don't wanna work, put some drugs in his hand

In a 'vert, put a top on that bitch like a hoodie

Doin' top speed with my hands on her goodies

Dirty ass boy, why yo' pop so muddy? (Dirty)

Got so much cheese, I can't trust nobody (Boy)

My mind fucked up, can't fuck with no body (Uh-huh)

Dealin' with a heartbreak, I don't love nobody

If you wanna make a couple racks, come with me (Come on)

You ain't gotta slip, blue kit one-fifty (Blue)

Up that bitch, **** turn into Ricky (Ricky)

Turn with a bag, **** turn into Giffy's (What?)

Turned right around, now I'm comin' home with it (I'm back)

It ain't about guap, don't call my phone, ****

****' real life dumb, I don't get along with her

Probably gon' fuck if I'm left alone with her

I just can't pursue these rat ass bitches, 'cause they doin' it for clout (Clout)

Neighbors keep on peekin' through their window, 'cause I'm runnin' in and out

Grab the Drac' of the couch, yeah (Grab the Drac' of the couch, yeah)

I got mud in my iced tea (Get mud in my iced tea)

Rose gold on the white tee (Rose gold on the white tee)

I had this bitch that wanna fight me (I had this bitch that wanna fight me)

You ain't my bitch, it don't excite me (Mmm, get the fuck on)

Right now I'm courtside like Spike Lee (Yeah, yeah)

Gettin' rich off rap, man, like Free (Man, like Free)

White low's, man, I do em' like twice a week (That's nothin')

Pillow talkin' to a rat, then try and speak (Boy)

**** weird

Stomach fucked up, ate a Perc', now I'm cured (Ugh)

Yeah, you in the streets, but you lost, you a deer (Lost)

**** ride for a rap buzz, I don't care (Why?)

Miss me with the rap shit, I was there (Facts)

Live in the flesh, Ron Artest

Counted me out, came back, I'm a champ (Ballin')

She just want to suck a **** dry, she a vamp

Told me, "Fuck a new chair," I need a lamp (Light)

Ain't nobody else puttin' mine on a map (Uh-huh)

Free P, I'ma hold it down till he back (P)

That **** 'Face trippin', goin' live in the trap (Yeah)

I got it right now, reportin' live with them racks

Aye, Free Riq, I'ma hold it down until he here

Fifty thousand on me and gettin' head in the Lear

This the big jet, got a bed in the Lear

Baby goin' crazy, me and Ced in the chair (Yeah)

Four pockets full and they ain't CMG

But the music shit aside, bitch, I'm signed to the streets

I'ma grind, stop bleed, never beg for what I need

Puffin' that strong shit, I'm lookin' for the fiends

I just touched down, yeah, I'm lookin' for the lean

Comin' for the work, send the bookings to Eileen

Thought I got them made, but they really double G's

You ain't up enough to fuck up a hundred G's, ****

Aye, sometimes I feel left out

Two hunnid thousand in the bed, still I'm stressed out

Got a mansion and I'm blessed now, word

Still goin' through the trenches

Still yellin', "Free my ****!"

Know she happy that I did it