CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pick & Roll
Reuel, stop playing with these n***as
Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh
Up a forty ball, f**k around and take a selfie with it
Should've moved if you ain't want to swallow, know she felt me twitching
Ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah, this a heavy shipment
B*t*h ain't hear me tell her take her shoes off 'cause the blender spinning
Phone banging, she with three friends, I'm 'bout to four-way it
Riding in them foreigns with them ratchets, had lil' bro clank 'em
No angel, I'm a d**khead, won't tell no ho "thank you"
Can't f**k with no one on my team, I'll have my coach play you
How ironic, hit h?r in a whip, I did a hit and run
Told her bring her friends, I got my n***as, w? can have some fun
VVSs shining in the dark, I do not need the sun
If the money call before I see you then you getting spun
If you wanna try me, I can bet you it won't end like that
If I see some season, I can bet you I'ma send it back
When they watching p***, the only time these n***as see a rack
When I'm with yo b*t*h, the only time I'm really a rat
Huh
Slipping out of Neiman's, I done walked out with some splash, huh
If you see me out, just know you see me with the MAG, huh
Heard they looking for me, b*t*h, I'm somewhere in my bag, huh
I'll never stop the fraud, I made twenty off my last run
Yeah, waving blick around, blue sticky now
I find it silly how I was human but I'm billy now
Tearing giffies down, was broke but can up fifty now
Really in my bag, could never let you b*t*hes get me out
Could run the pick and roll but I'd rather give and go
Could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho
Could get a job but I be making dollars off of Pros
Could run a mile but, b*t*h, I'd rather run it up in-store
Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair
Punched a BNB to hit yo baby, we ain't staying there
Huh, yeah, za up in the air
B*t*h nosy, I can't even really count up in here
I been thinking, turtle pie puff, b*t*h, I'm reminiscing
I been thinking I got heart, jumped in the deep, start swimming
I been thinking, "Where the stores at?", I know these cards is hitting
I been thinking 'bout leaving the whip right here like f**k a parking ticket
Stop thinking, baby, it's a lot of za in my body
Glock by me, Stan got one too, you better not try me
And it's a strap in my Dior bag, I'm not rock climbing
B*t*h used to laugh, I'm up now, she can't ha-ha me
I be thinking, "How it feel to know yo mans a b*t*h?"
I be thinking, "How the f**k I'm finna get us rich?"
Yeah, I be thinking, overthinking, thinking 'bout the past
Wonder what she thinking when she notice that I'm coming fast
Think I want a tech? Nah, nothing like the rest
Think her head the best? Nah, nothing like my ex, yeah
B*t*h, we been up next, nah, I ain't seen yo text, nah
I don't want a Challey, yeah, think I want a 'Vette
Since we thinking, I'ma think about the fraudulence
Turn a NBA to NHL, how we ball with sticks
A hundred shots in this lil' f**ker, I can't call it quits
B*t*h nosy, I can't even really count up in here
Sack if I call a blitz
Phone punching, pole clutching, road upping, road running
I should buy my opps some Off-White, they ain't know nothing
Think he need to come and get his b*t*h, got her toe touching
If that lil' head on her good, need some more of it
Could run the pick and roll but I'd rather give and go
Could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho
Could get a job but I be making dollars off of Pros
Could run a mile but, b*t*h, I'd rather run it up in-store
Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair
Punched a BNB to hit yo baby, we ain't staying there
Yeah, za up in the air
B*t*h nosy, I can't even really count up in here
Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh
Up a forty ball, f**k around and take a selfie with it
Should've moved if you ain't want to swallow, know she felt me twitching
Ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah, this a heavy shipment
B*t*h ain't hear me tell her take her shoes off 'cause the blender spinning
Phone banging, she with three friends, I'm 'bout to four-way it
Riding in them foreigns with them ratchets, had lil' bro clank 'em
No angel, I'm a d**khead, won't tell no ho "thank you"
Can't f**k with no one on my team, I'll have my coach play you
How ironic, hit h?r in a whip, I did a hit and run
Told her bring her friends, I got my n***as, w? can have some fun
VVSs shining in the dark, I do not need the sun
If the money call before I see you then you getting spun
If you wanna try me, I can bet you it won't end like that
If I see some season, I can bet you I'ma send it back
When they watching p***, the only time these n***as see a rack
When I'm with yo b*t*h, the only time I'm really a rat
Huh
Slipping out of Neiman's, I done walked out with some splash, huh
If you see me out, just know you see me with the MAG, huh
Heard they looking for me, b*t*h, I'm somewhere in my bag, huh
I'll never stop the fraud, I made twenty off my last run
Yeah, waving blick around, blue sticky now
I find it silly how I was human but I'm billy now
Tearing giffies down, was broke but can up fifty now
Really in my bag, could never let you b*t*hes get me out
Could run the pick and roll but I'd rather give and go
Could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho
Could get a job but I be making dollars off of Pros
Could run a mile but, b*t*h, I'd rather run it up in-store
Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair
Punched a BNB to hit yo baby, we ain't staying there
Huh, yeah, za up in the air
B*t*h nosy, I can't even really count up in here
I been thinking, turtle pie puff, b*t*h, I'm reminiscing
I been thinking I got heart, jumped in the deep, start swimming
I been thinking, "Where the stores at?", I know these cards is hitting
I been thinking 'bout leaving the whip right here like f**k a parking ticket
Stop thinking, baby, it's a lot of za in my body
Glock by me, Stan got one too, you better not try me
And it's a strap in my Dior bag, I'm not rock climbing
B*t*h used to laugh, I'm up now, she can't ha-ha me
I be thinking, "How it feel to know yo mans a b*t*h?"
I be thinking, "How the f**k I'm finna get us rich?"
Yeah, I be thinking, overthinking, thinking 'bout the past
Wonder what she thinking when she notice that I'm coming fast
Think I want a tech? Nah, nothing like the rest
Think her head the best? Nah, nothing like my ex, yeah
B*t*h, we been up next, nah, I ain't seen yo text, nah
I don't want a Challey, yeah, think I want a 'Vette
Since we thinking, I'ma think about the fraudulence
Turn a NBA to NHL, how we ball with sticks
A hundred shots in this lil' f**ker, I can't call it quits
B*t*h nosy, I can't even really count up in here
Sack if I call a blitz
Phone punching, pole clutching, road upping, road running
I should buy my opps some Off-White, they ain't know nothing
Think he need to come and get his b*t*h, got her toe touching
If that lil' head on her good, need some more of it
Could run the pick and roll but I'd rather give and go
Could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho
Could get a job but I be making dollars off of Pros
Could run a mile but, b*t*h, I'd rather run it up in-store
Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair
Punched a BNB to hit yo baby, we ain't staying there
Yeah, za up in the air
B*t*h nosy, I can't even really count up in here
