Jump Ball

Jumball it's the first quarter and I'm heavy pressin S-I-L-K, that's the letters of a legend spell it It's one opp, I'm finna chain snatch when he get a necklace Bro got chickens runnin' in and out the neighbors think he precious Reward the ones that check up on you when you gettin' quiet How you hate when you see niggas winnin'? Shit, I get excited Seen you at the mall, you kept grabbin' shit and didn't buy it Puffof yeah now I'm floatin' up, I almost hit a pilot Snuck a pocket rocket in the club like I'm Ja Marant Tried to hit a lick on my paper, that's what got him stamped LEDs in the coupe look like I got a lava lamp Play, I get to squeezin' on that leg like I got a cramp I h Have a lil' strag, line him up, that's a booby trap I just asked them niggas if they knew you, they said who is that Lame-ass nigga knew you was a fan Anything I can't do, bet my brother can Better lock in before we make it, you gon' miss the chance Grab that cannon shootin' movies, feel like Mista Man Hunnid shots comin' at you if you diss the clan Face paint with them drums like I'm Kiss the Band Stop it, lil' bro, you a pipsqueak Yea your song straight, but this shit grease All the L's you takin' out, gon' turn into a win streak We some warheads, with whatever, boy, ain't shit sweet Why you trippin' bout that bitch, boy, it's plenty fish He was askin' for it sent shots, finna get him lit Opp block, subway surfin' with my nigga Ish I'ma live my life a hatin' nigga, can go dig a ditch And crawl in that motherfucker Video shoot, we all in that motherfucker Private selection, finna ball in that motherfucker First person stare, gettin' jawed in that motherfucker At his front door with the knocks like a mailman Mario Cart a nigga whip when that shell land Lil' cuz'll walk up in your booth tryna sell tan Every time bro pop a P, gotta yell Bitch want me to cuff her, but she went for bro Must be out your motherfuckin' mind, hit her with the nope Matter fact, I hit her with the yeah, I'm finna go Ain't got time for the bitch, no way, I'm finna blow In the field takin' hits, I got CTE Jam fan, be done wrote the dump on a EBT You niggas went Ed off the EDD They ain't think he was a shooter till they seen a three Ten Apple Watches, turn him into Akmed Mini Draco so gorgeous, might make you drop dead Loose then a bitch, boy, you gave that thot head I'ma run it up, long as I got legs Bitch All that and all this