Pick & Roll

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas) Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh [Verse 1: BabyTron] Up a forty ball, fuck around and take a selfie with it Should've moved if you ain't want to swallow, know she felt me twitching Ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah, this a heavy shipment Bitch ain't hear me tell her take her shoes off 'cause the blender spinning Phone banging, she with three friends, I'm 'bout to four-way it Riding in them foreigns with them ratchets, had lil' bro clank 'em No angel, I'm a dickhead, won't tell no ho "thank you" Can't fuck with no one on my team, I'll have my coach play you [Verse 2: TrDee] How ironic, hit hеr in a whip, I did a hit and run Told her bring her friends, I got my niggas, wе can have some fun VVSs shining in the dark, I do not need the sun If the money call before I see you then you getting spun If you wanna try me, I can bet you it won't end like that If I see some season, I can bet you I'ma send it back When they watching porn, the only time these niggas see a rack When I'm with yo bitch, the only time I'm really with a rat [Verse 3: StanWill] Slipping out of Neiman's, I done walked out with some splash, huh If you see me out, just know you see me with the MAG, huh Heard they looking for me, bitch, I'm somewhere in my bag, huh I'll never stop the fraud, I made twenty off my last run Yeah, waving blick around, blew sticky now I find it silly how I was human but I'm billy now Tearing giffies down, was broke but can up fifty now Really in my bag, could never let you bitches get me out [Chorus: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill] Could run the pick and roll but I'd rather give and go Could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho Could get a job but I be making dollars off of Pros Could run a mile but, bitch, I'd rather run it up in-store Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair Punched a BNB to hit yo baby, we ain't staying there Huh, yeah, za up in the air Bitch nosy, I can't even really count up in here [Verse 4: BabyTron] I been thinking, Turtle Pie puff, bitch, I'm reminiscing I been thinking I got heart, jumped in the deep, start swimming I been thinking, "Where the stores at?", I know these cards is hitting I been thinking 'bout leaving the whip right here like fuck a parking ticket Stop thinking, baby, it's a lot of za in my body Glock by me, Stan got one too, you better not try me And it's a strap in my Dior bag, I'm not rock climbing Bitch used to laugh, I'm up now, she can't ha-ha me [Verse 5: TrDee] I be thinking, "How it feel to know yo mans a bitch?" I be thinking, "How the fuck I'm finna get us rich?" Yeah, I be thinking, overthinking, thinking 'bout the past Wonder what she thinking when she notice that I'm coming fast Think I want a tech? Nah, nothing like the rest Think her head the best? Nah, nothing like my ex, yeah Bitch, we been up next, nah, I ain't seen yo text, nah I don't want a Challey, yeah, think I want a 'Vette [Verse 6: StanWill & BabyTron] Since we thinking, I'ma think about the fraudulence Turn a NBA to NHL, how we ball with sticks A hunnid shots in this lil' fucker, I can't call it quits (Bitch nosy, I can't even really count up in here) Sack if I call a blitz Phone punching, pole clutching, road upping, road running I should buy my opps some Off-White, they ain't know nothing Think he need to come and get his bitch, got her toe touching If that lil' head on her good, need some more of it [Chorus: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill] Could run the pick and roll but I'd rather give and go Could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho Could get a job but I be making dollars off of Pros Could run a mile but, bitch, I'd rather run it up in-store Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair Punched a BNB to hit yo baby, we ain't staying there Yeah, za up in the air Bitch nosy, I can't even really count up in here