John Stockton
Treat the game like a sport so I hustle relentlessly
I can't fuck with you niggas yall got fuck nigga tendencies
Gone stay underground before I sell my soul to this industry
If a nigga say I folded it was probably a enemy
Niggas stay capping nah this ain't no fake rapping
My niggas don't do fake trapping lil neech a fiend for K action
Mother fuck the Internet cause if it's beef wont make captions
All I want for Christmas is them blue strips an them A Jackson's
Looking in my closet trying to find some for this grey jacket
Life used to be filthy so you know I had to ajax it
Know some niggas envy me an I ain't even gained traction
Lying like you making moves dese niggas really stay capping
I was really serving ten a G before i start rapping
Got me one and flipped to two I broke it down like a fraction
A nigga want a bag he better notice it that I'm taxing
Better come correct or you get left you bet not come slacking
Bought a QP with my last made a thousand dollar profit
Middle man you to my nigga put some extras in my pocket
Just got a play for the twenty eight ain't even have to clock it
All you niggas fake trapping better motherfucking stop it
If I got it I facilitate it call me John Stockton
I ain't have to pick this route I think I chose the wrong option
Bitch probably wanna fuck because I'm motherfucking popping
You ain't heard we da winning team my niggas trending topic
Stay on my P's an Q's I sold a pound then sold a quad
I don't fuck around with pills so call lil neech you want some R's
Soon as I touch a bale gone break it down with the squad
Nine to five a block your blessings so I had to quit my job
You hit my line after twelve gotta know its closed shop
So I got to hit you with a couple fees for you the cop
All I got is top shelf so now a G twenty a pop
I ain't never gone quit I'm serving til my heart stop
I feel I'm bout to take off my nigga said he got a route
I'm the type to save some shit then raise the price in a drought
I'm always count up even if I'm counted out
Shit it's be where money be an we gone win without a doubt
Bought a QP with my last made a thousand dollar profit
Middle man you to my nigga put some extras in my pocket
Just got a play for the twenty eight ain't even have to clock it
All you niggas fake trapping better motherfucking stop it
If I got it I facilitate it call me John Stockton
I ain't have to pick this route I think I chose da wrong option
Bitch probably wanna fuck because Im motherfucking popping
You ain't heard we da winning team my niggas trending topic
I can't fuck with you niggas yall got fuck nigga tendencies
Gone stay underground before I sell my soul to this industry
If a nigga say I folded it was probably a enemy
Niggas stay capping nah this ain't no fake rapping
My niggas don't do fake trapping lil neech a fiend for K action
Mother fuck the Internet cause if it's beef wont make captions
All I want for Christmas is them blue strips an them A Jackson's
Looking in my closet trying to find some for this grey jacket
Life used to be filthy so you know I had to ajax it
Know some niggas envy me an I ain't even gained traction
Lying like you making moves dese niggas really stay capping
I was really serving ten a G before i start rapping
Got me one and flipped to two I broke it down like a fraction
A nigga want a bag he better notice it that I'm taxing
Better come correct or you get left you bet not come slacking
Bought a QP with my last made a thousand dollar profit
Middle man you to my nigga put some extras in my pocket
Just got a play for the twenty eight ain't even have to clock it
All you niggas fake trapping better motherfucking stop it
If I got it I facilitate it call me John Stockton
I ain't have to pick this route I think I chose the wrong option
Bitch probably wanna fuck because I'm motherfucking popping
You ain't heard we da winning team my niggas trending topic
Stay on my P's an Q's I sold a pound then sold a quad
I don't fuck around with pills so call lil neech you want some R's
Soon as I touch a bale gone break it down with the squad
Nine to five a block your blessings so I had to quit my job
You hit my line after twelve gotta know its closed shop
So I got to hit you with a couple fees for you the cop
All I got is top shelf so now a G twenty a pop
I ain't never gone quit I'm serving til my heart stop
I feel I'm bout to take off my nigga said he got a route
I'm the type to save some shit then raise the price in a drought
I'm always count up even if I'm counted out
Shit it's be where money be an we gone win without a doubt
Bought a QP with my last made a thousand dollar profit
Middle man you to my nigga put some extras in my pocket
Just got a play for the twenty eight ain't even have to clock it
All you niggas fake trapping better motherfucking stop it
If I got it I facilitate it call me John Stockton
I ain't have to pick this route I think I chose da wrong option
Bitch probably wanna fuck because Im motherfucking popping
You ain't heard we da winning team my niggas trending topic
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Writer(s): Dominic Bailey
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