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Ooh, ayy

If I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say: Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that bitch gon' tattle
If shit go left, this bitch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a nigga ticket, oh, on God, I don't need that traction

Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit don't matter
Oh, when we come through, make this bitch go boom, I done seen niggas run they fastest
I say: Shoot, they don't get no passes
Don't say: Oop, I don't do no passin'
Ayy, send shit through, I don't need no address
Ayy, I get loot, I don't kiss no asses
Ayy, my bitch cute, I don't pay for asses
Ayy, yes, I'm good, thank you for askin'

Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say: Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that bitch gon' tattle
If shit go left, this bitch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a nigga ticket, oh, on God, I don't need that traction

Yeah, he drop a diss, I'ma drop my lo' right now, on God, I need that action
If he clutchin', it go down in the parking lot, these pistols clappin'
Shit get wicked, a nigga gon' die by the parking spot
Load the boy down, knock all his stuff to the dash, bro wonder who the fuck gon' park 'em now
Treat all the opps like they battery low, wonderin', oh, who gon' spark 'em now?
Racks in the 'Cat, but the 'Cat ain't slow, I got some shit that'll hawk 'em down
I can't wait till he D-I-E, no NLE, I'ma walk 'em down
Kept sayin' he gon' put me on the floor, now the police gotta chalk him down
I don't be givin' no money out, where they gon' be when I'm all the way down?
Shit gon' be high, nigga smokin' your blunt, I'm never bringin' my homie down
If I find me a money move, I'm never leavin' my homie out
They ain't used to fuck with the kid back then, now everybody claimin' they know me now

Ayy, if I get the ball, then I ain't passin'
Lil' 6 come through scorin' baskets
Am I high? Bitch, what is you askin'?
Ayy, your bitch good, but my bitch badder
You shoot fast, but my shit faster
Yeah, I'm in the stu' with a big-ass ten on me right now like shit don't matter
See me at home, know it's gon' get quiet, on God, I don't like chatter
I say: Bro, leave them hoes alone, on God, that bitch gon' tattle
If shit go left, this bitch go backwards
Oh, you J. Cole? Quit that actin'
Say, would I diss a nigga ticket, oh, on God, I don't need that traction

Yeah, free my 6
Shout out my spot
Talkin' 'bout the whole fuckin' chat
Brrt

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