NBA lyrics

[Hook]
Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade
Let Fonem out at yo crib
They running out like Minute Maid
Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA
Track runners 900
These ain’t sh*t but throw away
The b*tch steady talkin’ bout her bills
I told her go away
My homies moving weight
They only worried about the DEA
And my neck be wetter
Than a b*tch that’s tryna f*ck today
My n*ggas shoot they ass off
They could’ve joined the NBA

[Verse 1]
One call and they sliding
We throw more bullets than Madden
b*tches think that they conniving
They try something they might die today
VV up my teeth
Exotic hoe my passenger seat
2,3 car notes on my feet
I’m off that wok right now but Wide awake
And my truck fast like the horse that never lost a race
Don’t get up out your lane
Roc a make that Choppa Marvin Gaye
Run up in yo sh*t , go thru yo sh*t ,We like the TSA
f*ck a n*gga hating on me free smoke PSA

I Pull up on forgis from the floor they 24 away
n*ggas tryna catch up with the boy I’m 20 floors away
Only 6 left in the 30, we gave 24 away
Walking out of Neimans I ain’t do the Gucci store today

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Im A Product of the trenches
You stay there, that’s yo decision aye
Love to handle business
Get you gone with my permission aye
We both was is in school
But I was in in-school suspension aye
Always up in that
Cause I was ditching my detention days
f*ck her then her homie
It was unintended by the way
Roc came wit a 50
Cause He don’t like limits when he spray
She don’t come to crib
Because it Ain’t her business where I lay
I can’t trust these women
They a tell a n*gga where you stay
I can make a call
n*ggas pulling up like andale!
I ain’t tryna brawl
Once you say it’s up it’s bombs away
Heard that n*gga hating
I ain’t heard of him that’s kinda gay
Google pandemonium
Ill make today Kinda day
[Hook]