(If you not Ball Hog, then die)
Yeah
I put the ball through the hoop
I put the ball through the hoop,
I put the ball through the hoop
I put the ball through the hoop, yeah
I put your ho in my coupe
I take the ball like, "What you gon' do?"
I text up slime and you know he gon' do
Just countin' these racks, sittin' in my room
And when they be hatin', you know they in tune
I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops
I done poured drank in my cup, deuce
I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops
Like, what the fuck I'm gon' do?
Look at my racks, they all blue
Look at my jeans, they Dior too
She like, "Tеct, I adore you
But sometimes you act rudе"
I'm sorry, ho, that's just me
I'm in the field like cleats
I hoop hard like Kobe
They hatin' on me OD
I ain't do nothin' to a nigga,
so why they gotta say shit about me?
I keep on winnin', so I feel like Ronda Rousey
They'll peep your fake from a distance,
so I gotta keep your ass from around me
Keep pourin' up all this Tris,
so it got a young nigga drowsy
I was down bad on my dick, okay,
but I came back and dropped sixty
Out of town is super cool, okay,
but yes, I miss my city
I wanna be back home with the guys
I'm ballin' hard and I don't even try
Twin say, "Move," then you know we gon' slide
Smokin' on 'za, this not no high
Bad ho, I say, "Hi"
This bitch want me on the phone all day,
but I'm noddin' off 'cause I'm tired
Yeah
I put the ball through the hoop
I put the ball through the hoop,
I put the ball through the hoop
I put the ball through the hoop, yeah
I put your ho in my coupe
I take the ball like, "What you gon' do?"
I text up slime and you know he gon' shoot
Just countin' these racks, sittin' in my room
And when they be hatin', you know they in tune
I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops
I done poured drank in my cup, deuce
I just spilled lean on my kicks, oops
Like, what the fuck I'm gon' do?
Look at my racks, they all blue
Look at my jeans, they Dior too
She like, "Tect, I adore you
But sometimes you act rude"