Tim Duncan

[Hook: P-Dice] I’m finna ball just like I’m Duncan I pass your bitch off, my niggas dunk it I pass that burner off, they blam it down I throw that money up, they slam it down (2x) [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] Remy Boyz I know you niggas heard us, we make plenty noise Them choppas leave you hurting, we got plenty toys I said, bitch, we are the motherfucking Remy Boyz We get plenty love, I got plenty plugs Bitch, my trap be jumping, I buys plenty drugs Try to take it from me, wish a nigga would Look this forty, it go bang-bang at his fucking head Leave that nigga dead, niggas will catch you slipping That mean your ass was lacking, you ain’t had a pistol Black and, black and white stripes, I am so official Fetty, Fetty Cash shitting on them, where’s the tissue Bad bitches on a nigga, I dont’t have an issue All I want is money, you can have your heart I never loved a bitch and I ain’t tryna start You can suck my dick and then we falling off Cause baby, all I want is drink the furnace full of drugs [Hook] [Verse 2: Montana Bucks] Balling like Tim Duncan Your bitch coming through, it’s only ten something Balling on the court now Like Shaq, how my niggas bring the court down And we be throwing alley-oops I could show your bitch what the molly do You think you tough, we get rowdy too I g’stroll through your strip in the Cali coupe Riding in my car tints Balling on these niggas like I’m Shawn Kemp And I got shooters like Robert Horry I hit my connect, he said he got it for me Cause I be balling like I’m CP Late night, I pull up at the BP Long range shooting, that’s the deep three Remy Boyz, nigga, we the big three [Hook] [Verse 3: P-Dice] Remy Boyz and we up in here I can tell that you fucking scared Got your girl in her underwear Cutting crack on that tupperware Blowing stacks, I’m that type of guy E pills my type of high He real, I ain’t tryna stunt He be hurting my [?] I be in the playoffs, trust me I’m a true G Hit you, then, I skate off, Kristi Yamaguchi Expialidocious, trust me ya’ll, I’m focused Pockets looking too right, fuck boy that you notice I’m up boy while you sleeping, I ain’t get a wink yet Man, I only think checks, [?] on my mind Tell her that I only need neck, like the way that she grind Man, I swear that ass is the best, DJ Khaled and ‘em We be styling on rims, easy styling with friends Fuck g’s, I’m piling them m’s, sluts we piling them in Remy Boyz, oh, they be bumping Balling out like we Tim Duncan, balling like Tim Duncan [Hook]