NBA
Keep on running your mouth
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
I don't do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
Never keep lames a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No Bitches Is Allowed
No they not allowed
On my team or on my court
In my bracket, in my sport
Stay on the bench, just keep it warm
If you in my paint, guarenteed get blocked (Block)
Tryna make a point, but ain't makin' no shots (Shot)
You just drop the ball, and I just bring a little Magic
The way I alley-oop it, overhead with no assist
Do any genre, I can crossover
Shouldn't give up, I'm not a turnover
No we not friends, until the game over
If you cross me, finito, game over
Keep a couple B's and they ain't playin' with the Nets
And I stay by my shooters, they not playin' with the set
Don't need anybody to come to my defense (Nope)
Posted on the top, why I got 'em all pressed
Throwin' them subs, but I ain't the one to check
Keep on running your mouth
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
I don't do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
Never keep lames a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No Bitches Is Allowed
I know you actin' foul, in my lane, you wanna be the key
I can get flagrant, 1 and 2,
Spit in lieu (Lew) of you, so call me Kareem
Got people just to tip me off, don't gotta be on scene
Box out, zone D, if I want a mood, play a song, then I set screen
Chef 'em like Curry (What?)
Bill 'em like Russell (Huh?)
My Cousins Demarcus
They just tryna Tussle
Big tickets, I sell, Garnett
El Chapo, can't lock, Harden
Greatest of all Time, Jordan
Always one hundred, on Chamberlain
But it cost a fee, nothing is free
Do my walk, always traveling (Whoo!)
You say you got many men, then I got 50 sent
Goal-tend the crown, Not even decent
Chosen one, got the brain and Brawn Brawn ('Bron 'Bron)
Ray Ray, clutch, gotta wish for one, Won
Never an okay D (KD), I be on okay C (OKC)
Coastal Miami, soak in that beach Heat
You know we get Jazzy, I keep me some Mavericks
Spur of the moment, I Toronto, I Rapt. it
I just really unwrapped it
All that paper I stacked it
If these bars surrounded you
You would think that you was trapped in'
They just wanna know how?
Listen to me right now
The reason that you don't
Cause, there ain't a bitch allowed
When I lay up, i'm usually layin' back bored
Check your pacer quick, i'm indie and a (Indiana) little more
They ain't got the drive, gettin' lifts just back and forth (Lyft)
I come with the swishers, but we catchin' licks up in the fourth
Hawks out in Atlanta (Atlanta)
Knicks from New York (New York)
Runaway from that smoke
I'm Cali-fly, land in Newports
Pacific Views, RIP to Kobe
Moment of silence (silence)
God takes the highest
Only thing we can't pilot
Baseline to Baseline, pay me respect
Give it, to earn it, expect nothing less
Take it as charging, I ain't mean no offense
Don't take a jab, if you not ready to step
Y'all really mad, cause y'all pumps fake
You playin' from the sideline, I ain't talkin' bout Drake
And I don't really care, what you you have to say
Coming in a second, but I come in 1st place
You can run your mouth
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
You just do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
You lames ain't never a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No Bitches Is Allowed
Keep on running your mouth
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
I don't do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
I never keep lames a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No you bitches ain't allowed
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
I don't do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
Never keep lames a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No Bitches Is Allowed
No they not allowed
On my team or on my court
In my bracket, in my sport
Stay on the bench, just keep it warm
If you in my paint, guarenteed get blocked (Block)
Tryna make a point, but ain't makin' no shots (Shot)
You just drop the ball, and I just bring a little Magic
The way I alley-oop it, overhead with no assist
Do any genre, I can crossover
Shouldn't give up, I'm not a turnover
No we not friends, until the game over
If you cross me, finito, game over
Keep a couple B's and they ain't playin' with the Nets
And I stay by my shooters, they not playin' with the set
Don't need anybody to come to my defense (Nope)
Posted on the top, why I got 'em all pressed
Throwin' them subs, but I ain't the one to check
Keep on running your mouth
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
I don't do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
Never keep lames a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No Bitches Is Allowed
I know you actin' foul, in my lane, you wanna be the key
I can get flagrant, 1 and 2,
Spit in lieu (Lew) of you, so call me Kareem
Got people just to tip me off, don't gotta be on scene
Box out, zone D, if I want a mood, play a song, then I set screen
Chef 'em like Curry (What?)
Bill 'em like Russell (Huh?)
My Cousins Demarcus
They just tryna Tussle
Big tickets, I sell, Garnett
El Chapo, can't lock, Harden
Greatest of all Time, Jordan
Always one hundred, on Chamberlain
But it cost a fee, nothing is free
Do my walk, always traveling (Whoo!)
You say you got many men, then I got 50 sent
Goal-tend the crown, Not even decent
Chosen one, got the brain and Brawn Brawn ('Bron 'Bron)
Ray Ray, clutch, gotta wish for one, Won
Never an okay D (KD), I be on okay C (OKC)
Coastal Miami, soak in that beach Heat
You know we get Jazzy, I keep me some Mavericks
Spur of the moment, I Toronto, I Rapt. it
I just really unwrapped it
All that paper I stacked it
If these bars surrounded you
You would think that you was trapped in'
They just wanna know how?
Listen to me right now
The reason that you don't
Cause, there ain't a bitch allowed
When I lay up, i'm usually layin' back bored
Check your pacer quick, i'm indie and a (Indiana) little more
They ain't got the drive, gettin' lifts just back and forth (Lyft)
I come with the swishers, but we catchin' licks up in the fourth
Hawks out in Atlanta (Atlanta)
Knicks from New York (New York)
Runaway from that smoke
I'm Cali-fly, land in Newports
Pacific Views, RIP to Kobe
Moment of silence (silence)
God takes the highest
Only thing we can't pilot
Baseline to Baseline, pay me respect
Give it, to earn it, expect nothing less
Take it as charging, I ain't mean no offense
Don't take a jab, if you not ready to step
Y'all really mad, cause y'all pumps fake
You playin' from the sideline, I ain't talkin' bout Drake
And I don't really care, what you you have to say
Coming in a second, but I come in 1st place
You can run your mouth
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
You just do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
You lames ain't never a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No Bitches Is Allowed
Keep on running your mouth
N.E.W. To the south
Navigatin', this the route
I don't do it for the clout
Imma show what i'm about
I never keep lames a-rou-ound
No Bitches is Allow-owed
No you bitches ain't allowed
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Schell, Matthew Vincelet
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