Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Alan Lennon
Thomas Alan Lennon
Songwriter
Alex Pruyn
Alex Pruyn
Songwriter

Lyrics

Aye It's whatever, I just do it Phil Knight type life Tryna fit the newest Built right, felt fine Flyin' when I hoop Everytime I'm in the paint Use the air bubble for boost Not a killa so don't make me I'm Not afraid to shoot Pass a dribble thru the legs Then I fade away swoosh I don't J from middle range Only lay up if it's two Make 'em feel some type of way I got the flyest lookin shoe Aye It don't matter I Just do it Miss me with the chatter Everyday I grace the hoop Spin release the splash Drop a Spalding from a ladder I been Opening my wings Jumping leap, hit a dagger I be doin things And-ing one to make it fat Hit a lick when in transition Steal a ball make it crack Prolly stay awake too late Prolly tryna make a stack Polly wanna cracker? Great Feed a hoe and make it smack Polly sat all on my face I aint hope for nothing back Even when we face to face Polly always make it clap See she wetter than a lake Shoot my shot and make a splash Say a pray that I don't break If I don't dunk it ima slam Harder ways to catch a charge Why they never find my grams Keepin guard over heart Balance center of my plan Say they need me, I don't want em Way we eatin need a nap J don't crease until the coffin Now how fresh to death is that?
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