12 Seasons

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron] Reuel, stop playing with these niggas Goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one, I ain't gon' lie Yeah [Verse 1: BabyTron] All I need is twelve seasons, I'ma one up Bill Russell Forty-eighth minute on the floor, I'ma still hustle Scrawny-ass engine, boy, that V6 ain't real muscle I could lose half of what I bought and I'ma still double You can't bounce back when you fall, you a cue ball If you down one, fuck a three, shoot the two-ball All footwork got me scoring like it's foosball Thinking you gon' keep up with us? We finna lose y'all We finna take off Cut the brakes off, all gas, shake the Jakes off Unc' got that white shit that knockout like Jake Paul [Verse 2: StanWill] If the stick hit, it's game over, that's a eight-ball Huh, I be thinking like, who made y'all? Gang'll get you shot if you jump, we don't play ball Watch the Black Rock sizzle when I take the steak off Off his set with my 'migos then we take off Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za, you just reggie bushing Every single time I catch the opps, why they Reggie Bushing? Could never give my heart away, the scams, they already took it One eye open when I sleep, bitch, I'm Fetty looking Two hundred punches, twenty BINs in my database Thinking that he cuffing that cloth, I know yo baby ain't Tron rolling up some tss tss, he finna play in space [Verse 3: BabyTron] I'ma probably end up on Mars, I keep facing eighths Thinking you a 'rilla, wet you up, you a bathing ape One thing I knew since the womb was the paper chase 12 playing D, in the coupe finna ankle break Would've thought Stan Glock modded, how he aim so straight Yeah, he got Deadeye in his Hall of Fame In the Demon with the red eye, catch me dogging lanes Down one, I'ma shoot the shot while I'm calling game [Verse 4: StanWill] Dick sucking-ass broke niggas my opps all the same Funny how the Pie got gang and them moving turtle speed Only use this bitch for her neck, I done hurt her knees Cracked a hundred thousand fucking Visas, I ain't serve no fiends Barking up the block in Hellcats, we done burnt the street Y'all niggas the last ones to the gym and be the first to leave She heard ShittyBoyz and jumped dick 'cause my verse was sweet Tryna fight cause dawg his life, he got a hearse for free [Verse 5: BabyTron & StanWill] Them ain't Purple jeans, dawg, you ain't gotta perp to me Really in the field, you niggas never hit the turf with me Cutting up with no gas? You got the nerve to skrrt on E Only wave running 700s, you can't surf with me Exotic cream pop but the Wock', it just turned it pink Ice on, in case he reach, send him to emergency I don't need a Bic, use a card just to burn my weed Fly as hell with my Goose on, that's the bird in me Killing chip readers, doing fraud in the first degree Oh shit, it occurred to me They know I'm up dog shit so hoes wanna flirt with me Really getting up, I promise you ain't got no vert like me Scoring off of all this footwork, I done hurt my feet [Outro: BabyTron & StanWill] Yeah All I need is twelve seasons, I'ma one up Bill Russell Forty-eighth minute on the floor, I'ma still hustle Scrawny-ass engine, boy, that V6 ain't real muscle I could lose half of what I bought and I'ma still double Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za, you just reggie bushing Every single time I catch the opps, why they Reggie Bushing? Could never give my heart away, the scams, they already took it One eye open when I sleep, bitch, I'm Fetty looking