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Jerry Curry (Love & Basketball)
Metro Boomin; Yung L.A.; Lil Baby
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(Young Metro)
Futuristic
(Leland on Leland)
(Metro)
(DJ Spinz, fuck nigga)
Jerry Rice 80 ball (80), Curry 30 ball
NBA, NFL, nah, this basketball (basketball)
Yeah
Nah, for real (85 ball) (Hood rich)
Jerry Rice, 80 ball (80), Curry 30 ball (30)
NBA or NFL, like nah, this basketball (nah, for real)
Flew her overseas, then we gon' love and basketball (let's ball)
Lean go out the gym, I blew a 30 like Adderall (30)
Truey-truey robin denim, I can still afford 'em all
Tell that boy you gon' hit him back, you in here with the frogs
Passin' her to my brother, I had to dish her like Chris Paul (dish it)
And you know she eatin' it up, got tough on top of my drawls
Tall frog, big dog, can't do nothing small
Starting me, no, punk in me, it's on us, never off
Baby, be my line down, she tryna get to the law
In the club, she was jumpin' us, now she wanna fuck with the boss
How you ball? Five times ten, frog you little again (five ten)
Ignore the call, you ain't handled billions, you can't get back in
Ben 10, thin mint, back when (back then)
Pumpin' Frozen Shove, you can see the fit (53)
And I'm right at niggas neck, like a chin
Karate chop my young ho, now she pull out Benz (yeah)
Jump shot at the buzzer, tryna win (at the buzzer)
Brand-new lingo, just like it came out the can
Jerry Rice, 80 ball (80), Curry 30 ball (30)
NBA or NFL, like nah, this basketball (nah, for real)
Flew her overseas, then we gon' love and basketball (let's ball)
Lean go out the gym, I blew a 30 like Adderall (30)
Truey-truey robin denim, I can still afford 'em all
Tell that boy you gon' hit him back, you in here with the frogs
Passin' her to my brother, I had to dish her like Chris Paul (dish it)
And you know she eatin' it up, got tough on top of my drawls (Hoodrich)
I've be ballin' hard, know how to piss 'em off
Pull up, new Ferrari, old school and half a ticket
I don't let her get far, she know how to get me off (off)
I'm on a paper chase, yeah, I don't fuck with y'all
Me and my quota bigger, that's the best part (yeah)
She a bad bitch, I treat her like a escort
100 racks in there, got 29, I ball hard
We go all around the world living like rockstars
Overseas, fuckin' up stores and every boutique in Paris
In Atlanta 'round two 85 to Australia
I know niggas run they mouth like hos, no, I don't tell 'em nothin'
Hit him hard and move in silence, nigga, I'm from Zone 4
Jerry Rice, 80 ball (80), Curry 30 ball (30)
NBA or NFL, like nah, this basketball (nah, for real)
Flew her overseas, then we gon' love and basketball (let's ball)
Lean go out the gym, I blew a 30 like Adderall (30)
Truey-truey robin denim, I can still afford 'em all
Tell that boy you gon' hit him back, you in here with the frogs
Passin' her to my brother, I had to dish her like Chris Paul (dish it)
And you know she eatin' it up, got tough on top of my drawls
Overly trim, I really put it down, it's what I'm known for
Makin' a thousand every day, we standin' in front of the corner store
Move like Donald Trump around this bitch, I do what I want to do
I can't ever go against the grain, even if I wanted to
We came out with bands
And we still slam fine shit, go ask Vince McMahon (we in fine stuff)
What's up with your mans? (What's up?)
Kilo wrist, like a thousand grams (Kilo wrist)
I'm ready to have some fun again, I swear to God
I swear, ask Parlay, I've been tellin' Parlay this whole time, we need to get it back goin'
Metro, come on, now
Shit, I-, I'm on the way to you now, I'll call you back