a m a r i
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, da-da
Off-Season
Let's work, hey
Plottin' my escape, this game ridin'-ridin' faith
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' 80 on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country n- never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Gardens sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville n- never seen nothin'
'Cept a triple-triple bean jumpin'
Good-good leave a fiend crumpin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Either you gon' hustle hard
A n- Uncle Sam got your a- re-enlisting
Two-six, murder scene pumpin'
Better leave it tucked, 'cause y'ain't dumpin'
Pow, pow, n-, he slumpy
12 comin', we ain't seen nothin'
Time change, n- ain't rumblin' no more
Nah, what for? Hungry for more
If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumblin'
Bow-tie and I'm still munchin'
Big bag, never fear fumblin'
Want smoke? N- don't choke
I'm a whole nico-nicotine company
Dreamville the only, not a Navy
How could you ever try to play me?
Kill 'em on a song walk up out the booth
Do the Westbrook rock-a-baby
I never fall out with the bro
Hate when your family turn into foe
We had a penthouse on the road
Interior decorated with the h-
Just like a multiple-choice getting chose
My n- like "Eenie, meenie, minee, moe"
Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
Out of the concrete was a rose and windows was cold
Had to go over and stand by the stove
We from the Southeast, n- know
This where the opps creep real slow
Won't vote but they mob deep with the poles
I punch the time sheet, not no more
And now my assigned seat is a throne
Plottin' my escape, this game ridin'-ridin' faith
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' 80 on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country n- never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Gardens sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville n- never seen nothin'
'Cept a triple-triple bean jumpin'
Good-good leave a fiend crumpin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah
Off-Season
Let's work, hey
Plottin' my escape, this game ridin'-ridin' faith
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' 80 on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country n- never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Gardens sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville n- never seen nothin'
'Cept a triple-triple bean jumpin'
Good-good leave a fiend crumpin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Either you gon' hustle hard
A n- Uncle Sam got your a- re-enlisting
Two-six, murder scene pumpin'
Better leave it tucked, 'cause y'ain't dumpin'
Pow, pow, n-, he slumpy
12 comin', we ain't seen nothin'
Time change, n- ain't rumblin' no more
Nah, what for? Hungry for more
If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumblin'
Bow-tie and I'm still munchin'
Big bag, never fear fumblin'
Want smoke? N- don't choke
I'm a whole nico-nicotine company
Dreamville the only, not a Navy
How could you ever try to play me?
Kill 'em on a song walk up out the booth
Do the Westbrook rock-a-baby
I never fall out with the bro
Hate when your family turn into foe
We had a penthouse on the road
Interior decorated with the h-
Just like a multiple-choice getting chose
My n- like "Eenie, meenie, minee, moe"
Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
Out of the concrete was a rose and windows was cold
Had to go over and stand by the stove
We from the Southeast, n- know
This where the opps creep real slow
Won't vote but they mob deep with the poles
I punch the time sheet, not no more
And now my assigned seat is a throne
Plottin' my escape, this game ridin'-ridin' faith
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' 80 on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country n- never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Gardens sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville n- never seen nothin'
'Cept a triple-triple bean jumpin'
Good-good leave a fiend crumpin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Made it out, it gotta mean somethin'
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Williams, Timothy Mosley, Jermaine L Cole, Tim Friedrich
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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