Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Slam dunkin' in yo bitch like Patrick Ewing
I been chasin' after this paper, nigga, I know just what I'm doin
Rockin' hoodies in the summertime, you know we got some brewin
It might be Drac up in that bitch when we shoot shots, niggas get movin
I gotta freaky hoe, that bitch not icky-vicky, she love chewin
You niggas ain't P as me, you niggas can't even speak that shit I'm fluent
You ain't focused on your bag enough, you care about who she screwin
Could've got her bag up off that bitch, you fell in love, you blew it
I'm kickin' Izm to your hoe, you know what that mean?
This that Pimp shit, lil' nigga, yeah, stay in your league
When I was young, NBA was a young nigga dream
I ran into my brothers, we locked in, became a super team
Yeah, bitch, I'm coldest in the league, I love my hoes to come in threes
All this so hard, might blow a knee, I'm bout to blind him with these diamonds
Told my jeweler light the beam
I shoot my shot wide open, or contested, either way, it's green