Courtside

[Verse 1: Mark Battles]

It's Fly America, woke up today, feelin' like I can't be stopped

Now my team startin' to move, all these haters on my cock

All these niggas tryna plot, you think he's tough, I'm thinkin' not

Maybe you should look and learn, boy you should probably watch

Bars like body shots, these beats gettin' mollywhopped

All we got is chicken wings and ding-a-lings for naughty thots

Dance baby girl, let me see your dance

I'm a future superstar honey, this your only chance

I was watchin' from my views, feelin' somethin' is just strange

Now if you're readin' this it's too late 'cause nothin' was the same

So far gone from takin' care of all these niggas

Don't try to thank me later since I kicked you out the picture

It's more life to live, it's four nights at LIV

Miami with my family and we courtside and shit

This how it had to be, casually causin' casualties

Mad at me 'cause my faculty is takin' over so rapidly

[Interlude: Mark Battles]

These niggas really wanted to see me fail, that's too bad my nigga

Shoutout my brother Tory Lanez, 3s up

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

Fuckin' with this bad little bitch that never had a father

All she do is call me daddy, he don't have to bother

I finessed her with the game, I don't have to call her

You finessed with the your bands, boy you had to sprawl her

Used to whip, lock and rock, dish it all up

All this jiggas in my kitchen, tryna get the potluck (Uh)

Tits out, still stuntin', bad hoes still fuckin'

Pulled in, top down, backed up, still frontin'

Ah man, just in, this little nigga still got it

Hit your hoe way back when she a little bitch, still thot it

Still 'bout it and you read 'bout it

Still got an Audemar, Rollie, Patek time I can still kill

Maybe its a couple seconds I can kill out it

I don't got no time for it, I ain't got no rhyme for it

I can do a whole hook on a beat, I don't even need a line for it

I don't even need a verse for it, I don't even need a verse for it

Come in singin' one time (ahhh), motherfucker, that's a hearse for it

Niggas wanna make boss moves but don't ever wanna work for it

I got hoes that'll work for it, I got hoes that'll twerk for it

I got hoes that'll fuck the whole 50 nights on a world tour for it

I got hoes want make moves, I got hoes that'll do things

Hit your face like Liu Kang, bitch I'm hot like blue flames

White and red with the blue veins, niggas talkin' ain't a new thing

I got bitches havin' mood swings, 'bout to buy them bitches mood rings

Ahh, see this is serious