Espn (feat. RTB MB & GMB TR)
Almighty doug
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AJ, you iced up Yeah, RTB, nigga Come on Stephen A., I got my Smith' with me Threw a opp off the glass to my mans, we finna get litty In New York, boy, I prolly got your bitch with me If you ain't up a couple hunnid, nigga, you can't sit with me She want some cheese, I have nothing She want some cheese, I have nothing Everytime she climax, girl, you know I'm tryna hit Gilbert Arenas, I'm in the locker room, a blick with me Like I'm always playin' 2K with the Heat, yeah, I keep a stick with me Told her that I love her 'cause she down to hit a lick with me Oh, I forgot they want sports-bars I feel like Dame or James when I step back Disrespectful at a Yankees game with a Mets hat Feel like D Rose, I overcame every set back 40 Hit him, all angles, over-under, nigga, bet that They finna bring the nets back They tried to get me out the game, DeMarcus Cousins how I crept back Spin the block with Techs, you be chillin' where the refs at She like "Boy, you tryna f*ck", I'm like "Oh, you guessed that" Feel like Biggie, I hit a nigga Feel like Biggie, I hit a nigga girl where slep at Damn, I mean where he sleep at Out in Kansas City juggin' stores, nigga, where the chief's at? Feel like Bobby Portis, nigga Feel like Bobby Portis, if you try me I knock your teeth back Nigga, stop playin', nigga Yeah, rest in peace V. Roy If you report 'em we gon' trail, then blaze your whip, call me B. Roy Thought I had a Glock, I got a Drac', that's a decoy My niggas countin' pape' till they sore, we don't sleep, boy Said you had a G Wagon, I saw you in a Jeep, boy You can't even look inside my whip, it make the "Eeh" noise I'ma shoot my shot from the trey if I see Coi You ain't got no bitches at the party, we gon' leave boy We out, nigga, come on RTB, nigga The bitch can't wait to cook for me, she made me rice but I ain't Jerry I'm finna bitch, not Larry I ain't Jeffrey either And I'm way better than my pops and had a 99 overall so on my phone she J.J. Watt And Moses always got the drops so I'ma place 'em in that slot Tryna spark up in the locker room, Who you smokin'? This the one I'm on the road with, we don't spill sauce, we just run shit I'm tryna think 'bout who the f*ck plays sports I know a youngin', he don't know no better Judge seen 'em, she was 6, she said "You know that this your last chance" Walked out and did the Ray Lewis dance Shit, I can show you the racks, I don't play tennis but it's in my chain The boy don't do nun' in the 4th and copped a 8th after the damn game I swear he lame as f*ck And switched the sneaks, oh, he P.J. Tuck' I'm makin' money in the air, come get And hella P's hit the block, we call that Warren Sapp And I ain't Warren G I be with big B's way more than Papi Ortiz The only takes that we shoot far from off the streets 8 For the purple It was sweet so I bought some more, nigga, 8 for the purple With a ruler, I'm out in Baltimore I told "Go and make ESPN" In Kentucky, hell nah, I ain't with BBN Ayy, and rest in peace Pop Smoke We dodgin' out in LA they my favorite locs, yeah And I don't really mess with 2K, only thing in common I'm in the league and I got 2 K's Come on Ayy, I'm just tryna make ESPN, man GMB, MB, what' up? Midwest
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