Space Jam
Hokatiwi
White sticks like I dipped the
Buffs in a milk carton
And the bitches got the nuggets
Too like I'm Will Barton
Four hundred dollar Chrome tee
But I'm still heartless
I'll have yo whole crew running
Like a drill sergeant
I ain't on a pill trip, bitch
I'm on a jack run two phones slapping
Had to throw away to tap one
Zaza after zaza, I got black lungs
Scoring through all the foul play
That's a and one
Splash Bros, if I don't pull up
I know Stan will shoot
Tripping in the coupe
Finna crash like I'm Bandicoot
Miami Beach loft with a
Good great Atlantic view
Heard the clerk sweet like Kool-Aid
Brought the jammers through
Chop with the flash
We'll pause him like a photo
Told her, "We a secret"
I'ma dog her on the low low
Bitch wanna link
If we ain't fraud then it's a no go
Smoking out a two pound
Balling like I'm Bol Bol
Fuck, this some Gotham Runtz
Undertaker, if I'm down
Just know that I'm popping up
Yeah, I see you mugging 'cause you
Peeped that I dropped the buffs
Reaching? We gon' swing sticks like
The ref dropped the puck real road runner
Probably won't even stop for lunch
Talking like you stepping but I know
That you not gon' crunch
Whoop an opp to the Lord, bitch
Watch me lob him up
Had to up my Jordan 1s so
I went and copped a bunch
I ain't gon' stop till the
Kid got the GOAT status
Put the red beams on his face
He need Proactiv
I don't need a stunt double
I'll face my own action
I can score in two different
Fields like I'm Bo Jackson
Bitch cold so I threw a Moncler coat at her
And I think the bitch know voodoo
She a soul snatcher boy, stop rapping
You be talking shit that don't matter
Cocky fuck since middle school
I been a roll flasher
Bitch friends ask where she at, told' em
"With her date"
Smile tugging on the brodie trigger happy
Out here, you going out bad but in Flint
You chatty for the hundredth time
I hopped in and I zipped my baggy
No lag, 762s, they'll flip yo Cady
Blowing out the new cookies pack
I be missing Cali
On telegraph with the scope
Can hit a opp in Ypsilanti
Scored sixty out in New York
Told the Knicks to draft me
Two hundred dollar sea food
Finna make a mess
That ain't olive oil when you
See unkie apron wet chase hoes? Nah
I'd rather go and chase a check
Since you got a big heart
Told bro to aim for chest
Bitch called me "broke"
Told that ho they must've laced her meth
I don't mean to dog hoes
You can go and thank my ex
We ain't in the Hellcats tonight
Catch us racing 'Vettes loyalty so rare
Won't even let a bitch take my test
Off some chill shit
Ran up a hundred in these pair of Crocs
Woke up with zero fucks to give, boy
I swear to God
Skrrt around, whip roaring like a Triceratops
Hitter brought the stick to San
Fran like he Barry Bonds sealed pint, boy
I gotta charge you for every drop
Hustle dying wish, boy
My life wasn't Fairy Odd that ain't Hutch
I see you grab that watch out of Jared's box
Took my bitch OT and told
Her be prepared to shop
Melrose, Rodeo, back to back drip trips
Lauren London type bitch, blues on me
RIP Nip got it out the mud
In the hood like a dipstick cuz thirtheen
He'll pull up shooting off his RipStik
Ray Lewis, catch you with the bag
I'ma hit stick
Twenty thousand in the restaurant
And didn't tip shit
Lil' light skin, lip gloss
Don't do lip stick
Bitch, I got a squad full of
Goons like I'm Trick Trick
Ayy, ShittyBoyz