CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : GameBreaker
Sh*ttyBoyz
I got something that you don't and it's called talent
F**k Fortnite, scamming is my daily?challenge
Word?jumped like modstar,?it's jumping off the f**king planet
Talking?'bout bank accounts, you got zero in that balance
You ain't f**k up the mall, the mall f**ked you up
I was tripping last summer off that seven plus
Green Balencis on my feet, looking like some 7-Up
Bro pull up with that Super Soaker, watch him wet 'em up
Rockstar jeans and I got the Robins too
Dawg d**k sucking but his b*t*h slobbing too
Came from the mud so I got a lot to prove
Visa this, Visa that, you know I got a lot of blues
Talking 'bout wrestling, do I look like CM Punk?
Talking 'bout swiping, you ain't ever seen it done
Caught a dirtball but this choppa, it?ll clean 'em up
Asking God to bless me, I feel the Devil creeping up
MCM on my waist, f**k a WCW
Balling on these n***as, busting a**, that?s what hustle do
Setting plays on the team, you can get yo huddle blew
Relly Rell got the .9 tucked, he won't tussle you
Seven hun' on some shoes I ain't laced up
F**k that, fit still a band from the waist up
Sh*t on MCM Worldwides so they hate us
I ain?t snap you for nothing, b*t*h, get a face up
When we slide, better duck like dynasty
If you have the Robins too, you can come fly with me
Green on me, I'm a veggie boy, I don't like the beef
Bro threw the punches at me, nah, he ain?t fighting me
Yes, b*t*h, I'm on my grind till I hit a bubble
Yes, b*t*h, fit wet as hell, I'm a walking puddle
Three n***as up ten, that's a triple-double
Call the plug 'cause he got more punches than Royal Rumble
The Devil or karma, I don't know who?ll get me first
Sh*t, I don't know which day I'ma touch that hearse
For all that I know this could be my last verse
Dude broke with no grind, that's the f**king worst
Man, that sh*t hurt seeing granddad in the dirt
Got the game on lock from every angle like I'm Kurt
Double L with a C, that's what?s on my shirt
RIP lil' Chris, he on my mind till I leave this earth
Was down, came up, now I ball till I fall
I just call it "home court", how I ball in the mall
B*t*h on my d**k, I get call after call
You would think I lived with her, how I'm all in her walls
Singing to the cheese, call me "Luther Vandross"
Before I ran a check, I had to learn how to crawl
N***as know I make plays so they pa** me the ball
Been sh*tting on these n***as like I stepped out the stall
She couldn't last one round like Lillard
Watch these hoes 'cause they slither like a lizard
Check yo bank account, I work magic like a wizard
Smacked at Dairy Queens so I?m finna punch a blizzard
Who, me? B*t*h, I'm cutting like scissors
Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert
Keep a freak that?ll eat the d**k like dinner
If she ain't on that tip then I'm just gon' have to spin her
I'm loading up like D?Angelo Russel
Banger on my hip, you a goof if you tussle
Patrick Beverley with no rock, watch me hustle
Skinny n***a but the Glock replace the muscle
Big B's, catch a combo if you scuffle
Dropped balls all in her mouth, guess I fumbled
Tripping in the mall, not once did I stumble
Look at me now, you would think I never struggle
Balling hard as hell, we deserve a game breaker
Good punch on me, call this b*t*h a haymaker
Big chop, hell nah, this ain't no brain grazer
BabyTron with StanWill, that's a game changer
Bro'll knock a n***a out the picture with the frame breaker
Cookies to the lungs left dawg on a pacemaker
You would think we the printing press, how we make paper
Lot of bread between the two of us but we ain't bakers
B*t*h, oh sh*t
I got something that you don't and it's called talent
F**k Fortnite, scamming is my daily?challenge
Word?jumped like modstar,?it's jumping off the f**king planet
Talking?'bout bank accounts, you got zero in that balance
You ain't f**k up the mall, the mall f**ked you up
I was tripping last summer off that seven plus
Green Balencis on my feet, looking like some 7-Up
Bro pull up with that Super Soaker, watch him wet 'em up
Rockstar jeans and I got the Robins too
Dawg d**k sucking but his b*t*h slobbing too
Came from the mud so I got a lot to prove
Visa this, Visa that, you know I got a lot of blues
Talking 'bout wrestling, do I look like CM Punk?
Talking 'bout swiping, you ain't ever seen it done
Caught a dirtball but this choppa, it?ll clean 'em up
Asking God to bless me, I feel the Devil creeping up
MCM on my waist, f**k a WCW
Balling on these n***as, busting a**, that?s what hustle do
Setting plays on the team, you can get yo huddle blew
Relly Rell got the .9 tucked, he won't tussle you
Seven hun' on some shoes I ain't laced up
F**k that, fit still a band from the waist up
Sh*t on MCM Worldwides so they hate us
I ain?t snap you for nothing, b*t*h, get a face up
When we slide, better duck like dynasty
If you have the Robins too, you can come fly with me
Green on me, I'm a veggie boy, I don't like the beef
Bro threw the punches at me, nah, he ain?t fighting me
Yes, b*t*h, I'm on my grind till I hit a bubble
Yes, b*t*h, fit wet as hell, I'm a walking puddle
Three n***as up ten, that's a triple-double
Call the plug 'cause he got more punches than Royal Rumble
The Devil or karma, I don't know who?ll get me first
Sh*t, I don't know which day I'ma touch that hearse
For all that I know this could be my last verse
Dude broke with no grind, that's the f**king worst
Man, that sh*t hurt seeing granddad in the dirt
Got the game on lock from every angle like I'm Kurt
Double L with a C, that's what?s on my shirt
RIP lil' Chris, he on my mind till I leave this earth
Was down, came up, now I ball till I fall
I just call it "home court", how I ball in the mall
B*t*h on my d**k, I get call after call
You would think I lived with her, how I'm all in her walls
Singing to the cheese, call me "Luther Vandross"
Before I ran a check, I had to learn how to crawl
N***as know I make plays so they pa** me the ball
Been sh*tting on these n***as like I stepped out the stall
She couldn't last one round like Lillard
Watch these hoes 'cause they slither like a lizard
Check yo bank account, I work magic like a wizard
Smacked at Dairy Queens so I?m finna punch a blizzard
Who, me? B*t*h, I'm cutting like scissors
Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert
Keep a freak that?ll eat the d**k like dinner
If she ain't on that tip then I'm just gon' have to spin her
I'm loading up like D?Angelo Russel
Banger on my hip, you a goof if you tussle
Patrick Beverley with no rock, watch me hustle
Skinny n***a but the Glock replace the muscle
Big B's, catch a combo if you scuffle
Dropped balls all in her mouth, guess I fumbled
Tripping in the mall, not once did I stumble
Look at me now, you would think I never struggle
Balling hard as hell, we deserve a game breaker
Good punch on me, call this b*t*h a haymaker
Big chop, hell nah, this ain't no brain grazer
BabyTron with StanWill, that's a game changer
Bro'll knock a n***a out the picture with the frame breaker
Cookies to the lungs left dawg on a pacemaker
You would think we the printing press, how we make paper
Lot of bread between the two of us but we ain't bakers
B*t*h, oh sh*t
