NBA Jam (feat. G.T. & BabyTron)

Primo, turn this shit up It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga Come on Ayy, ayy Ayy, nigga The road was trapping like a short bus, I feel special ed If I let my sleeve roll up, she gon' give me head Corvette black on black but the inside's read When you getting real money, everybody call you friend Next day I'm fresh as hell, probably jumping out the Benz Hit her and her friend? I don't know, it depends Saw this shit clear like I had on a lens Three thousand for the jacket, two racks for my pants The pants made in Paris, I ain't nevеr been to France The jacket UNDERCOVER, it camе straight from Japan I'm backing up Tron, on the site buying BINs Hit the store, jam twice, green light, they some hams Niggas talk down but they really be some fans I ain't vote but the Prezi on my left hand I'm on fire like it's NBA Jam Hit your block broad day with six drums like a band I left the strap in the whip but you'll get hit with a bomb I bet you full-blown rap but she shaped like a model I ain't even hit the gas yet, I'm going full throttle I'm tryna my whole arm in the pot, nigga, Vince Carter (ShittyBoyz) A hundred K, blue check, lil' bitch can't get a follow Hitman got a empty heart so he sending hollows Hitters like Rock, you know Stan punching like Apollo Not bilingual but for cheese, yeah, I'm on it pronto M on my mind, I'm just knowing I'm gon' see me one Always hide the barrel, I'm just knowing that's a BB gun Used to bench ride, now the hoes gotta see me dunk On a za diet, you won't probably ever seen me drunk Seven methods, five hundred now, I'll be your teacher with it Running after sacks like I'm Gramz good in Beecher with it Linked up with gang on the East, I'm with G.T. tripping Bitch could lose both her eyeballs, still see me winning I ball, lil' bitch stupid if she thinking different Damn, she got that one head, that's why I keep on twitching You better ask about lil' Jimmy, wasn't linking tripping Ain't no guava cake around, fuck around and Cheetah Piss it