NBA JAM

[Chorus: Trippie Redd] In the coupe, got baggage And your heart, I'ma stab it Hoppin' out of the Banshee And the bitch won't banish Got a check, ain't manage, outlandish Do the hit with a mask Shooter got a basket (Bah), sup blood, got it brackin' (Suwoop) I get pussy, man, fuck Carole Baskin, I might mate with a bitch in Alaska So much ice in my wrist got pneumonia all up in my arm (Suwoop) Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard (Woah) Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard (Woah) [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Yeah, how you gon' do that? Why you gon' shoot like a nigga won't shoot back? Broad day, bitch, and you know we don't do that, be in the picture, lil' nigga, I drew that Hang with killers that'll draw it out, when we in the city, we bringin' the block out We got them Glocks out, we always had 'em, still send them shots now Oh, he a opp now, always been one, I just didn't know the shit Don't give a fuck now, I put my mom in some Prada and Rick Oh, he a ghost now, hope you could talk to the dead, lil' bitch Hope that he spoke loud, hope that you know everything that you spoke 'bout Know that it's smoke now, know that we bringin' the muhfuckin' folks out I'm an animal, I hang with gorillas and vipers, know I'm a goat now Put on a show now, know that we come through and muhfuckin' show out Bringin' them bowls out, you know we got racks, we bringin' the Rolls out (Haha, what the fuck?) Ayy (Woah) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] In the coupe, got baggage And your heart, I'ma stab it Hoppin' out of the Banshee And the bitch won't banish Got a check, ain't manage, outlandish Do the hit with a mask Shooter got basket (Bah), so blood, got it brackin' (Suwoop) I get pussy, man, fuck Carole Baskin, I might mate with a bitch in Alaska So much ice in my wrist got pneumonia all up in my arm (Suwoop) Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard (Woah) Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard (Woah) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Fuck what they sayin', they nothin' like us I spent a thousand on tuss like its pills, I promise it ain't nothin' to do with Elon Musk Better not get in that pool with that chain on your neck you know it's gon rust Too concrete semen on my feet can't get these hoes off of us Ah, ride a round town pop my shit in the grass I never tried to fix shit from my past Gotta take care of my niggas who crashed Cashin' out, I do the [?] Talkin' the talk, walkin' the walk, I'm still on the curb like chalk, huh Tell these pussy niggas you is nothin' like us Nigga, what the fuck you thought? Nigga, what the fuck you think this is? Every car I drive I bought (no cap) Got my first M I was only eighteen, nigga, I was feelin' like Nas (wow) And we spendin' guap like it's playin' cards Walk with the mop like a janitor Cartiers on like I'm N.E.R.D [?] Nerd, slatt Ayy, yeah (Go, go) [Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty] In the coupe, got baggage (Blip) And your heart, I'ma stab it (Yeah) Hoppin' out of the Banshee (Yeah, yeah) And the bitch won't banish (Bitch won't banish) Got a check, ain't manage, outlandish (Check, won't manage) Do the hit with a mask (Go) Shooter got a basket (Bah), sup blood, get it brackin' (Suwoop) I get pussy, man, fuck Carole Baskin I might mate with a bitch in Alaska (Yeah) So much ice in my wrist got pneumonia all up in my arm (Yeah,, suwoop) Hundreds bands on my car, hundred bands on my yard (It's us) Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard (Woah, damn) Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard (Oh) Hundreds bands in my car, hundred bands on my yard (Woah)