Nowitzki lyrics

How you gon' be the plug?
Same n*gga sneak dissin', see me, give me a hug
n*gga location cap, why you trollin' the hood?
She say, "Veeze, you so mean, why I love you so much?"
Purple lines was in my drink, too much Wock in my cup
Where I'm from, you ain't indicted, you ain't ballin' enough
I ain't got nothin' but some money, ain't no game I can ran
Say the word, I'll have my shorties strip you out of your sh*t
n*ggas playing police games with they opps on the net
Baby, do you wanna f*ck? You ain't gon' eye me to death
Me and gang just hit the scene like Bloody Osiris and them
Boy, you know that I got class just by the outfit I picked
n*gga, that sh*t you got on trash, crop you outta my pic
Boy, you need to get some rest, just stop poppin' that sh*t
[?] I had to count it again
Eyes low on some prayer hands, bowin' my head
You know [?] had to ask him how much cotton he picked
b*tches f*ck [?] like it's a wifey audition
We used to move the bag on tour for [?]
Right now, I'm watching calories, don't salt my pimpin'
I used to have hoop dreams, I ended up softball pitchin'
I break the load off fast, she bought me Jordans {?]
I cross that n*gga and step him just like Iverson did it
[?] but it ain't cars he be stealin'
She named her [?] Gang, that's how I know that she miss me
My freshest color, I Edible Arrangement the money
I be poppin' painkillers, but my heart still ain't healin'
You see me with that hoe, boy, you know that I hit it
This ice on my chest got my heart in the fridgie
I'm overseas ballin', man, I feel like Nowitzki
Who shot me in my back? Nah, my outfit is Ricky
I cut them b*tches short-