NBA

Lyrics

[Intro: Kurtis Blow] Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like I'm the King on the microphone so is Dr. J and Moses Malone I like Slam dunks, take me to the hoop My favorite play is the alley oop I like the pick-and-roll, I like the give-and-go Cause it's Basketball, uh, Mister Kurtis Blow [Verse: TrDee] The way I'm gettin' down the lane, feel like Ja Morant You can get anything you want if you confident That is not his racks like a breast implant You won't never catch me on the 'Gram goin' on a rant Snake can really shoot, he can be the third Splash bro Told the lil' bitch she cannot play me, I'm not Hasbro What the fuck you doin' if your bag low? Bitch booty like a flatscreen, but she bad, though I'd never switch on my team, feel like Kobe Bryant When the real niggas speakin', better keep it silent Send a couple bullets, get you Matt Ryan'd If you keep grindin', it'll come, it ain't rocket science Free Big Baby He switched teams like KD, man, that shit crazy No cap, same reason why shit don't phase me Heard you want smoke, okay, here go a free eighthy Tryna win with my team, feel like Dame Lill Learned a long fuckin' time ago niggas not real She gon' suck it for a couple hours 'cause she got skill And she let me knock it out the park past left field If the money callin', fast down the lane, De'Aaron Fox Had his heart broke, now he blowin' bubbles, kickin' rocks Got her out her clothes, turned up the heat and got her hot What a sight to see, I cannot wait until I'm on the top Dog on the 'Gram sendin' shots like we hoopin' Don't give me the run-around, I ain't stupid Niggas really soft as hell, Fig Newton Had my back stabbed, turned around like I knew it Took a trip, now I'm in Miami, Kyle Lowry You don't know who I am, pull up your Safari Wish I could talk to karma, I would say I'm sorry Top gone, her titties out, we flyin' in a 'Rari I can drop you some dimes, call me John Stockton Keep goin' close 'cause you never know who plottin' Shot six out the thirty-nines, now it's [?] It won't be long 'til I'm rich as fuck and chartin' Me and my brothers really ball like the holidays Live in the 'burbs, but the East where I was born and raised Lil' bro a virgin, caught a ho to get him laid See niggas winnin' in the plural, I can't even hate I can rap and can hoop, I'm Iman Shumpert You ain't never really in the field, you a damn punter Like a final score, niggas really wanna see me under Grind 'til my bank account look like somebody number Don't question me, I'm the answer, call me AI She a freak when you get to know her but she act shy No cap, when she threw the neck, it was so fire TR 'cause I ain't the realest and will not lie