Sport (Outro)
Look, look
I need to get new clothes, so I do dirt in three-bill Truies
Trap trap like Louis, break two down and I put 'em in two weeks
I don't hustle for Louis Vuitton,
I need all these package, just get rid and gone
Wake up and it's sex in the mornin',
If she acts up, I'll be okay with porno
More times I drive on my lonely 'cause I could never trust no soul
I see these goalies tryna play
Striker, brudda, just stick to your own role
I stick to my own goal, health up and my circle's small
Don't talk to these bruddas, I box up a Bud,
And it's taking time and I'm movin' like portal
I be like Mayfair, you be the pall mall
Stack it up, stack it up, it's lookin' so tall, tall
Monopoly, fuck this sodomy, I'm with Sean D and the beat is knockin'
I'm up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
The door just keeps on knockin', money foldin'
Wallets overrated, Huncho on your playlist
Don't give a fuck about no A-List, uh
Someone give Posty a call, without GRM, we still rated
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
Bummy brothers, this some music brothers over L (L)
Fell on my face, broke, yeah, I never fell
California, pack erotica in the mail
Remember them nights it was cold,
It's rainin', I'm sendin' Brooks out to help
So many nights in the vell
So many nights in the cell
So many night thinkin' who was my friend
If there was, some will go
Inhale, exhale, woosa, yeah, yeah
I triple my cup, I triple my dosage
Pass me the hookah, fuck it
Pass me the shisha, fuck it
Pass me the Rizla, fuck it
If I'm not gettin' no sucky tonight, she suckin' her face now
And that's brodie, I'm tryna make money like Avon
These jiggers are preein', they movin' McNulty
Uh, I used to shot Chris Brown off for the royalities
I didn't have no one that could spoil me
In the kitty's yard, all this foil on me
And these pigs on me, in the loft right now, with a zip on me
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
I need to get new clothes, so I do dirt in three-bill Truies
Trap trap like Louis, break two down and I put 'em in two weeks
I don't hustle for Louis Vuitton,
I need all these package, just get rid and gone
Wake up and it's sex in the mornin',
If she acts up, I'll be okay with porno
More times I drive on my lonely 'cause I could never trust no soul
I see these goalies tryna play
Striker, brudda, just stick to your own role
I stick to my own goal, health up and my circle's small
Don't talk to these bruddas, I box up a Bud,
And it's taking time and I'm movin' like portal
I be like Mayfair, you be the pall mall
Stack it up, stack it up, it's lookin' so tall, tall
Monopoly, fuck this sodomy, I'm with Sean D and the beat is knockin'
I'm up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
The door just keeps on knockin', money foldin'
Wallets overrated, Huncho on your playlist
Don't give a fuck about no A-List, uh
Someone give Posty a call, without GRM, we still rated
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
Bummy brothers, this some music brothers over L (L)
Fell on my face, broke, yeah, I never fell
California, pack erotica in the mail
Remember them nights it was cold,
It's rainin', I'm sendin' Brooks out to help
So many nights in the vell
So many nights in the cell
So many night thinkin' who was my friend
If there was, some will go
Inhale, exhale, woosa, yeah, yeah
I triple my cup, I triple my dosage
Pass me the hookah, fuck it
Pass me the shisha, fuck it
Pass me the Rizla, fuck it
If I'm not gettin' no sucky tonight, she suckin' her face now
And that's brodie, I'm tryna make money like Avon
These jiggers are preein', they movin' McNulty
Uh, I used to shot Chris Brown off for the royalities
I didn't have no one that could spoil me
In the kitty's yard, all this foil on me
And these pigs on me, in the loft right now, with a zip on me
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Al Husbani, M Huncho
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