Tartaruga
Ball like I play for the Mavs
Got a hundred I'm keeping the stacks
Got a bitch having with the racks
Keep it a hundred I'm checking my stats
(Ha, huh, yeah)
Pourin' my Kool-Aid its up on the rocks
Clock goin tickity tock
Pack 'em up for you yeah like he a box
Beating his ass on a curb
He talkin' down put his ass on a shirt
Deep in a grave, deep in the dirt
Flying away, flying to Turks
Flying my shit on a jet
He talkin' down but he talkin on net
He tryna fight but he not tryna bet
Bringing you down with a fist full of lead
Hold up now (yeah, yeah)
Relax now
Talking through the screen when you built like Mr. Crocker now
Fallen out, woah
You don't deserve a proper noun
All the times you crying in my DMs you forgotten now
Ball like I play for the Mavs
Got a hundred I'm keeping the stacks
Got a bitch having with the racks
Keep it a hundred I'm checking my stats
(Ha, huh, yeah)
Pourin' my Kool-Aid its up on the rocks
Clock goin tickity tock
Pack 'em up for you yeah like he a box
Keep my blade tucked, like I'm Ezio
We call him tartaruga, his brain steady slow
They ain't ready though, you already know
Keep my hand up on my nerf, I can't let it go
Ha, yeah, woah
Can't keep it up anymo'
My nerf turning gay, yeah
He see a dude and he bouta blow
Ha, woah
Rep fendi for the clothes
Pandabuy going crazy, Gucci reps for me and my bros
Got a hundred I'm keeping the stacks
Got a bitch having with the racks
Keep it a hundred I'm checking my stats
(Ha, huh, yeah)
Pourin' my Kool-Aid its up on the rocks
Clock goin tickity tock
Pack 'em up for you yeah like he a box
Beating his ass on a curb
He talkin' down put his ass on a shirt
Deep in a grave, deep in the dirt
Flying away, flying to Turks
Flying my shit on a jet
He talkin' down but he talkin on net
He tryna fight but he not tryna bet
Bringing you down with a fist full of lead
Hold up now (yeah, yeah)
Relax now
Talking through the screen when you built like Mr. Crocker now
Fallen out, woah
You don't deserve a proper noun
All the times you crying in my DMs you forgotten now
Ball like I play for the Mavs
Got a hundred I'm keeping the stacks
Got a bitch having with the racks
Keep it a hundred I'm checking my stats
(Ha, huh, yeah)
Pourin' my Kool-Aid its up on the rocks
Clock goin tickity tock
Pack 'em up for you yeah like he a box
Keep my blade tucked, like I'm Ezio
We call him tartaruga, his brain steady slow
They ain't ready though, you already know
Keep my hand up on my nerf, I can't let it go
Ha, yeah, woah
Can't keep it up anymo'
My nerf turning gay, yeah
He see a dude and he bouta blow
Ha, woah
Rep fendi for the clothes
Pandabuy going crazy, Gucci reps for me and my bros
Credits
Writer(s): Arlind N, Olick B
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