EA Sports

Lyrics

[Intro] (MK, you like a wizard with this shit) (Me and Brando, we are on it) [Verse 1: TrDee] What the kicks cost? Uh, touchdown (Touchdown) She a freak bitch, put the cuffs down (She a slut) Used to ho me but she wanna fuck now (Okay) We could talk money, got a lot now (Let's get it) We could take a trip, but where you wanna go? (Where you wanna go?) Think we falling off? Nigga, you must be slow (Dummy) Unky on the phone, he said it's on the floor (Let's get it) What I paid for this? It might just be a 'bow 'Wood full of flavors, I can't tell you what I'm smoking on Dumb question me, go ask yo bitch and see what she be on I'ma keep balling for the niggas who wanna see me gone All-white buffies on my face look likе provolone Bitch cute as fuck but her butt look likе a backboard If the head is good, I cannot lie, I'm coming back for it What a dummy, tryna beef but he ain't got no strap for it He a bot, every time he cop, his ass get shorted (Lame) Bitch, I'm in the game, feel like EA Sports (Let's go) If she ain't sucking dick, I might have to abort I go and get the dough like I grabbed the door (I get it) You ain't really swiped a piece in the store (You ain't never) You ain't never even pressed shit, fake stepper (You ain't do that) Fucking hoes in a mansion, feel like Hugh Hefner Finna go get buffed up like a bench-presser Lame blocked me from her page when he saw I text her Palm Angels cardigan, I'm looking just like Carlton Know some niggas sick and think that we can't get as far as them (Shit) Found out that they talking to the pigs, gon' have to slaughter them Spending racks on clothes, remember when I used to borrow them Bitch bad, had to beat it up, I feel like Chris Breezy Boy, you better not even leave the scene until your shit empty At the dealership, I want the fastest whip that get to sixty And I'm riding 'round with Curtis Jackson, choppa got fifty [Verse 2: BabyTron] Pants big as hell, you got no swag You ain't really on a damn thing, with yo ho-ass (Ho) S Plaid Tesla finna blow past Bitch, I skim, read, or swipe cards, and I code crack (Skrrt) So much old money, twenties, they so wrinkled up 5.56s fry him, now he got the crinkle cut If it ain't about dineros, I don't give a single fuck Thirty clip hanging out the stick like a Pringles cup Me and Dee wrestling with the money counter, tag team Grown man acting like a bitch, you a drag queen Cuddy on the block catching bricks like he glass clean Brodie on parole, can't smoke no za so he a Black fiend (Shit) I'ma keep stacking (Brrt) I been doing this since Truey was the jean jacket (Shit) Feel like AI, I'm the scoring champ, don't need practice (Shit) 201, 101, bitch, that's beep action (Shit) 201, 101, I'm in the Jeep with it (Skrrt) MP5 with silencer, I gotta creep with it (Shh) Weather different where I'm at like, shit, why the heat sticking? (Why?) First down or fourth down, we gon' keep blitzing (Yeah) Second down or third down, we gon' probably score (Probably) I got some pills and a pint, told 'em my body sore Shit, I just need the Wocky, what you bring the Jollys for? Habibi taxing for an Oxy', give my akhi four In the store, slick hair like I'm Johnny Bravo Catch an opp, what I got for him? Probably hollows Why you lying on yo mans? He turning in his grave (Whew) Let him say he want smoke, turn him to a eighth (Whew) BMW, I'm whipping German for the day (Whew) Sick the fans peeped me, shut the curtains in the Wraith (Whew) He be perping, you can tell he hurting in his face (Whew) Was in dead last, now it's first in front of place (Whew) Ain't a teller but I'm working in a bank (Me and Brando, we are on it) [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, you know what the fuck going on What's the deal, Dee? They can't fuck with us