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]