Courtside

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mark Battles] It's Fly America, woke up today, feelin' like I can't be stopped Now my team startin' to move, all these haters on my cock All these niggas tryna plot, you think he's tough, I'm thinkin' not Maybe you should look and learn, boy you should probably watch Bars like body shots, these beats gettin' mollywhopped All we got is chicken wings and ding-a-lings for naughty thots Dance baby girl, let me see your dance I'm a future superstar honey, this your only chance I was watchin' from my views, feelin' somethin' is just strange Now if you're readin' this it's too late 'cause nothin' was the same So far gone from takin' care of all these niggas Don't try to thank me later since I kicked you out the picture It's more life to live, it's four nights at LIV Miami with my family and we courtside and shit This how it had to be, casually causin' casualties Mad at me 'cause my faculty is takin' over so rapidly [Interlude: Mark Battles] These niggas really wanted to see me fail, that's too bad my nigga Shoutout my brother Tory Lanez, 3s up [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] Fuckin' with this bad little bitch that never had a father All she do is call me daddy, he don't have to bother I finessed her with the game, I don't have to call her You finessed with the your bands, boy you had to sprawl her Used to whip, lock and rock, dish it all up All this jiggas in my kitchen, tryna get the potluck (Uh) Tits out, still stuntin', bad hoes still fuckin' Pulled in, top down, backed up, still frontin' Ah man, just in, this little nigga still got it Hit your hoe way back when she a little bitch, still thot it Still 'bout it and you read 'bout it Still got an Audemar, Rollie, Patek time I can still kill Maybe its a couple seconds I can kill out it I don't got no time for it, I ain't got no rhyme for it I can do a whole hook on a beat, I don't even need a line for it I don't even need a verse for it, I don't even need a verse for it Come in singin' one time (ahhh), motherfucker, that's a hearse for it Niggas wanna make boss moves but don't ever wanna work for it I got hoes that'll work for it, I got hoes that'll twerk for it I got hoes that'll fuck the whole 50 nights on a world tour for it I got hoes want make moves, I got hoes that'll do things Hit your face like Liu Kang, bitch I'm hot like blue flames White and red with the blue veins, niggas talkin' ain't a new thing I got bitches havin' mood swings, 'bout to buy them bitches mood rings Ahh, see this is serious