Athletes

[Intro: Calboy]

Uh, uh

Gang, gang

Gang, gang

[?] one more time

I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat

[Chorus: Calboy]

I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)

I'm gonna go till [?] ask me

I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat

We ran through the check like some athletes

I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me

I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)

I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)

Bitch, I'm [?] (Yeah)

I fell in love with this shit with a passion

I fell in love with the streets with a passion

[Verse 1: Calboy]

Young nigga wild, we ran through the school

We toating pistols, I stick it and move

I told my nigga to get in the groove

They be like "Calboy, you writing your rules"

[I smoke?] them niggas, we treat them like [?]

Then we hop in the Phantom [?] and go play it smooth

I got the chopper to show you some tricks

When we be riding, we carrying tools

I run it up, put some bands in the safe

I'm making sure I got bread on my plate

Remember them days when we had noodles [?]

I'm making sure that it's lobster and steak

Mama had told me that I'm moving too fast

I told her "Sorry, but I cannot wait"

I-I told her "I'm tryna see better days"

I told her "I'm tryna pay it away"

I told her "I want some cash"

I'm tryna get to a bag

I'm tryna make this shit last

I bought a foreign [?] glass

I bought a foreign, some ice, yeah

Grab it, don't look at the price, yeah

Diamonds, they water, they nice, yeah

I got the [?] spikes

[Chorus: Calboy & Lil Duke]

I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)

I'm gonna go till [?]

I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat

We ran through the check like some athletes

I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me

I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)

I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)

Bitch, I'm [?] (Yeah)

I fell in love with this shit with a passion (Yeah, yeah)

I fell in love with the streets with a passion

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

Feeling like Kobe, I ball like an athlete (Feeling like Kobe)

Bitches bow down to me like I'm your majesty (Your majesty)

Hop on a jet, so the TSA, they cannot answer me

Get all the paint and I hop in the foreign, no limit like Master P

I'm in the back of the back

Fucking your bitch with no screws attached

Country boy, they on the way

We on the road, and you know we getting payed

All of my bitches be shopping at Sax

Bitch you know I'm the one

Came in the club with a gun

All of these bitches, they swallowing cum (Suck it)

Bitch I'm the shit if you asking

I got some head in the backseat

Ran through the check like an athlete

Pull up the choppa, then run like a track meet

Bitch I'm the shit like a pamper

Free all of my niggas locked up in the slammer

Walk in the party, they pull out the camera

I do this shit for my family

Back on the wall and they want me to ball and I know Imma ball

Back this shit up [?] team [?] walk in the mall

I got a number, she think that I need her, but I never call (Brr)

Came from the bottom, I went to the top, and I'm bringing my dogs

[Chorus: Calboy]

I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)

I'm gonna go till [?] ask me

I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat

We ran through the check like some athletes

I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me

I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)

I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)

Bitch, I'm [?] (Yeah)

I fell in love with this shit with a passion

I fell in love with the streets with a passion