Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Alan Lennon
Songwriter
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?
Writer(s): Thomas Lennon
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