Referee lyrics

[Intro]
Ok, that's how we gon' do it?
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
Alright, ok
Yeah you know this like my favorite type of beat right here
Oh you know that- ah
Ok

[Verse]
b*tch foul on the play, call the referee
n*gga better do his homework, think bout testing me
b*tch better tell her friend how I treat her, think bout- ah
b*tch tell her- damn
Alright, b*tch better tell her friend what I- damn
b*tch better tell her friend how I treat her, think bout texting me
Better know I beat the doonies down, think bout sexing me
b*tch on the way to get f*cked- nah
b*tch on the way, run out of gas till the b*tch on e
b*tch crashed the car on the way, this lil b*tch can't see
She wanna be my girlfriend, this lil b*tch can't be
Hit her from the back, pull her tracks, this lil b*tch can't wee
Gotta take this b*tch back- ah f*ck
Gotta take this b*tch back to school this lil b*tch can't read
b*tch went to college and got dropped, this lil b*tch came ease
You be f*cking b*tches young as hell, yo lil b*tch eighteen
b*tch called my phone asking for money, this lil b*tch came needs
What b*tch, what the f*ck do you need?
b*tch walked in with big diddies, she got double d's
Walked in with a Gucci fit, it was double g's
Walked in with a- ah
I can't even tell you what I walked in with
Fast car I can't tell you what I parked in with
It's too fast, I can't tell you where I parked then went
Still remember when Coochie Land hit the charts then went
Ain't no love, I can't tell you where my heart done went
Ain't no movie, I can't tell you where my part done went
In a movie, I just had my lil- damn
In a movie, I just had to learn my part then went to the top
You know me I'm that n*gga from the block
Yeah that probably wasn't me- damn
Yeah that probably wasn't me if you ain't see me with a lot
I ain't never had no key, you might just seen me with a lock
I was probably out in Beecher, you might just seen me with my pops
You ain't seen my bruised up, you might just seen me with a knot
I was probably in the kitchen, you might just seen me with a pot
I was probably in the coupe, you might just seen me in a drop (Ah)
I just pulled up with a drum, it's a high hat
I'll take yo gun off your hip, "Boy that's my strap"
Beat a n*gga ass in the club, he won't fight back
n*gga said something on Facebook, I don't type back
Should I roll a seven or eleven? I brought dice back
Smack my b*tch up in the club, I brought Ike back
Ridin' with a Glock 23, I brought Mike back
Slide down shooting off the pegs, I brought bikes back
Uppercut hit em' with a left, I brought rights back
I just put a yeah on my yeah, I brought sights back