Streetball

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Damn, JakeSand) Left my bitch so quick I heard the streets call Ain't no rules in the game, this shit streetball Said she blew my phone up, but I can't recall Literally Shit, I knew I'd be a pro since little league Two sisters and they friend, they tryna triple-team Never took a sip of green, never worked a triple-beam Chopper with the titties, think them bitches triple D You would think this NyQuil, I'm in here catchin' triple Z's Brodie back to back to back on hats, shit, that's a triple B Ten minutes to do a song, two hours just to pick a beat If my double cup was big enough, be swimming in my drink Bitch, it's 2023, you need to quit it with the Pink How I cut the traction off, you'd think we spinnin' on a rink If I ever fall off, I'ma throw the tracker on the Brinks Your bitch call me Stink Well, she used to Got the neck and blocked her number, I got shit to do, boo Dude fruity than a bitch, should rock a tutu He only up Ben Franks every blue moon He don't wanna tap a hat, he only shoot shoes R.I.P. my baby lil' Mari, gone too soon You would think I'm sippin' prune juice Purple in my cup, plus I'm shittin' on these goof troops Oversized trench coat, so the Goose loose I be too high, play the geek kit off some Moon Boots It ain't even noon, I'm already in route to Scoop loop Catch out fifty deep, might fuck around, drop two nukes Zoom, zoom, vroom, vroom after the boom, boom Them boys down 0-8, bring me two brooms Matter fact, bring me two shrooms Dog Shit Militia, coupe ain't got no leash, the roof loose Do I got it on me? Is the truth true? If I see them fuckers get behind me, I'm gon— ooh, ooh I'm gon— eh, eh When we hoppin' out that minivan, you gon' hear, "Fah, fah" The spot slammin 25 8, the door like (Knock, Knock) ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia This the March Madness and I just entered the final four They'll say they have your back, then stab you in your spinal cord So get away from me, I don't need the love I don't need a hug, only thing I need's the drugs