W/o It
Keep stick like a blind man, I can't walk without it
Catch me thru the shhh, see a ugh then we hoppin' out it
Ain't spinning off from yo block, till I see chalk around it
Making neutral niggas pick a side, ain't no other way around it
High speed specialist sports mode, when I see task around me
Knocked her down had her going, he was mad when he found out about it
I'm the type of nigga get up close, and score a basket on em
Boxed em out with gleec, thought it was sweet till I got up on em
Name ringing bells, so why the fuck would I lack?
He bfe for the cheese, but he claim he checkin trap
If I dribbled and popped sumn, fuck I look spinning back?
Every time it was time to slide, nigga you wasn't attending that
Say he smoking bro pack, caught up to em can't take it back
If he ain't active with that yea, best believe we takin slap
See me out with yo bitch, best believe she paying traps
You won't see me hanging around, if Ian collecting in that trap
Breathe fire out this factory, no ghost chlamydia straps
He ain't really getting pissy, he just be typing thru these apps
Type to really get up with you, we ain't into all a that
Ian stingy bartending shots, type to give em all a that
Fully glock it came equipped, think I'm sweet I'm off the hip
Them niggas know where we be at, ask em why they never blitz?
Put pole onna nigga tear it off gang, don't move a inch
5-0 get behind me, bend a right toss blick
Ian reaching out no fanny, coming off all hip
Chop take em onna ride, like that nigga called Lyft
No hoes in thirty three, fuck you mean niggas mean we all pits
On they block we on feet, dribble down gleecs all sticks
Keep stick like a blind man, I can't walk without it
Catch me thru the shhh, see a ugh then we hoppin' out it
Ain't spinning off from yo block, till I see chalk around it
Making neutral niggas pick a side, ain't no other way around it
High speed specialist sports mode, when I see task around me
Knocked her down had her goin', he was mad when he found out about it
I'm the type of nigga get up close, and score a basket on em
boxed em out with gleec, thought it was sweet till I got up on em
Catch me thru the shhh, see a ugh then we hoppin' out it
Ain't spinning off from yo block, till I see chalk around it
Making neutral niggas pick a side, ain't no other way around it
High speed specialist sports mode, when I see task around me
Knocked her down had her going, he was mad when he found out about it
I'm the type of nigga get up close, and score a basket on em
Boxed em out with gleec, thought it was sweet till I got up on em
Name ringing bells, so why the fuck would I lack?
He bfe for the cheese, but he claim he checkin trap
If I dribbled and popped sumn, fuck I look spinning back?
Every time it was time to slide, nigga you wasn't attending that
Say he smoking bro pack, caught up to em can't take it back
If he ain't active with that yea, best believe we takin slap
See me out with yo bitch, best believe she paying traps
You won't see me hanging around, if Ian collecting in that trap
Breathe fire out this factory, no ghost chlamydia straps
He ain't really getting pissy, he just be typing thru these apps
Type to really get up with you, we ain't into all a that
Ian stingy bartending shots, type to give em all a that
Fully glock it came equipped, think I'm sweet I'm off the hip
Them niggas know where we be at, ask em why they never blitz?
Put pole onna nigga tear it off gang, don't move a inch
5-0 get behind me, bend a right toss blick
Ian reaching out no fanny, coming off all hip
Chop take em onna ride, like that nigga called Lyft
No hoes in thirty three, fuck you mean niggas mean we all pits
On they block we on feet, dribble down gleecs all sticks
Keep stick like a blind man, I can't walk without it
Catch me thru the shhh, see a ugh then we hoppin' out it
Ain't spinning off from yo block, till I see chalk around it
Making neutral niggas pick a side, ain't no other way around it
High speed specialist sports mode, when I see task around me
Knocked her down had her goin', he was mad when he found out about it
I'm the type of nigga get up close, and score a basket on em
boxed em out with gleec, thought it was sweet till I got up on em
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Writer(s): Lul Ball
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