CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Shaq N Kobe
For the love of the game, b*t*h Kobe Bryant Edition n***a
It's a number 8 & a number 24
Rit Rit, lived on the craft, Forrer & St. Mary's
b*t*h n***as putting on wigs, y'all act like Tyler Perry
Thick b*t*h, fat ass coochie, she acting super boujee
She want Louis V for her puppy, all her purses Gucci
Rit God b*t*h, remember me like the Titans n***a
OKC Thunder on n***as, hit em with lightening n***a
b*t*h I need all of the cake, even the icing n***a
You want Rit Rit on a feature, I'll give you prices n***as
I remember trapping at Citgo when I had no monеy
Terrorize the clеrk at the counter, he tried to play it funny
Had my n***as ready to score, we played em like a flee
He gave 12 a whole new n***a, it wasn't even me
I had goofy hoes on the gram, inviting me to slam
Do her like a dodge when I ram, record it on the cam
Stack big bread in the city, we gotta elevate
Getting high off of this wood, I'm bouta levitate
My phones go too outrageous, it's plays on every one
Band marching straight to the opps, they banging every drum
I'm playing for heart, but this ain't love and basketball
I just wanna pop gold bottle until my casket fall
That's that Warren Sapp type of sh*t, I'm bouta tackle dog
Lightskin look like rice crispy, I'll snap and crackle y'all
Having kids with my new baby, my ex like "why baby?"
Lil b*t*h was crying, like "that should've been my baby"
I'm a patriot for my city, I think I'm Tom Brady
3-3 in 13 seconds, I'm Tracy McGrady
Cell phone striking, I'm bowling against a bag of money
Should've got Doritos, you rolling round with a bag of dummies
It's a number 8 & a number 24
Rit Rit, lived on the craft, Forrer & St. Mary's
b*t*h n***as putting on wigs, y'all act like Tyler Perry
Thick b*t*h, fat ass coochie, she acting super boujee
She want Louis V for her puppy, all her purses Gucci
Rit God b*t*h, remember me like the Titans n***a
OKC Thunder on n***as, hit em with lightening n***a
b*t*h I need all of the cake, even the icing n***a
You want Rit Rit on a feature, I'll give you prices n***as
I remember trapping at Citgo when I had no monеy
Terrorize the clеrk at the counter, he tried to play it funny
Had my n***as ready to score, we played em like a flee
He gave 12 a whole new n***a, it wasn't even me
I had goofy hoes on the gram, inviting me to slam
Do her like a dodge when I ram, record it on the cam
Stack big bread in the city, we gotta elevate
Getting high off of this wood, I'm bouta levitate
My phones go too outrageous, it's plays on every one
Band marching straight to the opps, they banging every drum
I'm playing for heart, but this ain't love and basketball
I just wanna pop gold bottle until my casket fall
That's that Warren Sapp type of sh*t, I'm bouta tackle dog
Lightskin look like rice crispy, I'll snap and crackle y'all
Having kids with my new baby, my ex like "why baby?"
Lil b*t*h was crying, like "that should've been my baby"
I'm a patriot for my city, I think I'm Tom Brady
3-3 in 13 seconds, I'm Tracy McGrady
Cell phone striking, I'm bowling against a bag of money
Should've got Doritos, you rolling round with a bag of dummies
