CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : NBA Jam
Primo, turn this sh*t up
It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let yo b*t*h go, n***a
Come on
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, n***a
The road was trapping like a short bus, I feel special ed
If I let?my?sleeve?roll up, she?gon' give me?head
Corvette black on black but the inside's read
When you getting real money, everybody call you friend
Next day I'm fresh as hell, probably jumping out the Benz
Hit her and her friend? I don't know, it depends
Saw this sh*t clear like I had on a lens
Three thousand for the jacket, two racks for my pants
The pants made in Paris, I ain't nev?r been to France
The jacket UNDERCOVER, it cam? straight from Japan
I'm backing up Tron, on the site buying BINs
Hit the store, jam twice, green light, they some hams
N***as talk down but they really be some fans
I ain't vote but the Prezi on my left hand
I'm on fire like it's NBA Jam
Hit your block broad day with six drums like a band
I left the strap in the whip but you'll get hit with a bomb
I bet you full-blown rap but she shaped like a model
I ain't even hit the gas yet, I'm going full throttle
I'm tryna my whole arm in the pot, n***a, Vince Carter
(Sh*ttyBoyz)
A hundred K, blue check, lil' b*t*h can't get a follow
Hitman got a empty heart so he sending hollows
Hitters like Rock, you know Stan punching like Apollo
Not bilingual but for cheese, yeah, I'm on it pronto
M on my mind, I'm just knowing I'm gon' see me one
Always hide the barrel, I'm just knowing that's a BB gun
Used to bench ride, now the hoes gotta see me dunk
On a za diet, you won't probably ever seen me drunk
Seven methods, five hundred now, I'll be your teacher with it
Running after sacks like I'm [?] good in Beecher with it
Linked up with gang on the East, I'm with G.T. tripping
B*t*h could lose both her eyeballs, still see me winning
I ball, lil' b*t*h stupid if she thinking different
Damn, she got that one head, that's why I keep on twitching
You better ask about lil' Jimmy, wasn't linking tripping
Ain't no guava cake around, f**k around and [?] the [?]
It's Lando, yo b*t*h know, don't let yo b*t*h go, n***a
Come on
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, n***a
The road was trapping like a short bus, I feel special ed
If I let?my?sleeve?roll up, she?gon' give me?head
Corvette black on black but the inside's read
When you getting real money, everybody call you friend
Next day I'm fresh as hell, probably jumping out the Benz
Hit her and her friend? I don't know, it depends
Saw this sh*t clear like I had on a lens
Three thousand for the jacket, two racks for my pants
The pants made in Paris, I ain't nev?r been to France
The jacket UNDERCOVER, it cam? straight from Japan
I'm backing up Tron, on the site buying BINs
Hit the store, jam twice, green light, they some hams
N***as talk down but they really be some fans
I ain't vote but the Prezi on my left hand
I'm on fire like it's NBA Jam
Hit your block broad day with six drums like a band
I left the strap in the whip but you'll get hit with a bomb
I bet you full-blown rap but she shaped like a model
I ain't even hit the gas yet, I'm going full throttle
I'm tryna my whole arm in the pot, n***a, Vince Carter
(Sh*ttyBoyz)
A hundred K, blue check, lil' b*t*h can't get a follow
Hitman got a empty heart so he sending hollows
Hitters like Rock, you know Stan punching like Apollo
Not bilingual but for cheese, yeah, I'm on it pronto
M on my mind, I'm just knowing I'm gon' see me one
Always hide the barrel, I'm just knowing that's a BB gun
Used to bench ride, now the hoes gotta see me dunk
On a za diet, you won't probably ever seen me drunk
Seven methods, five hundred now, I'll be your teacher with it
Running after sacks like I'm [?] good in Beecher with it
Linked up with gang on the East, I'm with G.T. tripping
B*t*h could lose both her eyeballs, still see me winning
I ball, lil' b*t*h stupid if she thinking different
Damn, she got that one head, that's why I keep on twitching
You better ask about lil' Jimmy, wasn't linking tripping
Ain't no guava cake around, f**k around and [?] the [?]
