Steve Nash (Wassup)

(Thank you, Timmy Boy)
Brr, brr
You know I got too many hittas (brr, brr)
Run that shit up, nigga
When they come through, I'm 'bout to swang this bitch, you feel me?
Ayy, check ball, twin (fuck going on, nigga)

Yeah, nighttime, I'm tryna spin on the right time
I'm tryna fuck up a check (tryna fuck up a check)
Fuck on the bright side, I gotta bang on the payline
Bang out and slang with the set
I got a Glock, and one of my opps got a Draymond Green
So I'm dodging a tech
I got a hot 9, buddy got caught at the stop sign
Hang on, we causing a mess
I ain't gon' lie, if I wanted them niggas
They upping the score so we running a press
Banging it up and I'm packing it up
Having dog shit on me, four hundred, no less
I don't be sparing the opps, but I'm sparing the opps
If he wearing a cross on the neck, nigga

Smoking on B.O., nigga

Wassup? Wassup?
I'm tryna spin on a Patek
Creep in the house, lil' nigga know how I'm forever
Lil' bro gonna die in the attic
Big ass Glock with a big ass switch on the back of this bitch, it'll go automatic
Big ass Glock and you know I'ma pop it
It'll give him a shock if he lookin' for static
I graduated, I'm knowin' some niggas that didn't
I tell 'em "go cheat on some credit"
Why in the fuck would Lil Donny go trip on a bitch
Well, Lil Donny Boy already had it
Loving the feeling, the pain, I'm going insane
The reason a nigga be tatted
V8 Charger, she on that V6 piece of shit
The reason I scat it (dumbass)
Wassup? Wassup?
I'm tryna pop out and go
Switch in his ass when I pull out and shoot out the window
Lil' brody gon' hop out the door
I'm dropping hit after hit, 'cause I know I'm legit
And my label gon' want me to score
Dope boy swag, still wanna rock me some J's
Even though LeBron the G.O.A.T.
(Well, I think I'm the greatest of all time)
Boy, no, the fuck you not
I got the Glock in the party, not leaving this bitch 'til Donny Boy leave shit shot
Me and twin, we wanna spin that Benz and hop out and leave shit hot
I really hate Kentavious Caldwell-Pope, I hope he get hit with a pot
Yeah, dope nigga
Stick inside this coat, nigga
On a stakeout, in a hotbox, parked with Glock I tote, nigga
End the beef, don't let shit sit, let hot shit go, nigga
They know the play
Still hopped in that field and upped that score, nigga

(You've been watching film too, huh?
That's cool, watch this)

Brr, 7.62 when I throw me a bullet
We aim at his hip if he turn
I'm in the back of the V with a big ass Drac', like Usher, I let shit burn
Opp nigga died, 'til this day they gon' slide
They act like they never concerned
I had confirmed the kill, 150 XP is the shit that I earned
I'm tryna dance on opp block, walk up, caught his dumbass, now he doing the Worm
We got Drac's out, Drac's out, Drac's out, Drac's
We gon' bang out, bang out, up in a fuck-nigga face (up in a fuck-nigga face, dumbass)

Shh
Shit
Will Levis, that fuck nigga sorry as hell
I bet on him throwing a pick
I got a problem with one of them niggas
I know where they at, but I need me a switch
Ayy, Steve Nash (what's up, my nigga?)
Pass me that Glock since you good with assists
I know some niggas that play in that field
We caught his dumbass now he dead in a ditch
Shark in that water, I'm just going harder
I promise to God that I'm good in the trench
Me and my dawg, really be drilling together
We both gonna up with that stick
Kai Cenat, opp nigga speaking on live
That Glock make a fuck nigga twitch, dumbass

Fuck going on, nigga
Yeah
Baow, baow