Hasta La Vista

If you not Ball Hog, then-
I always knew I could hog the ball

Come check the swag down, yeah, come run the numbers
But instead, you wanna leave, 500 days of summer
Shoot that bitch from deep, I'm tryna fuck yo' slime, ya
I love her comedy, "How I Met Your Mother"
Yeah, yeah, you bad enough for me, why we love each other
I had hella swag on me, my jeans Undercover
Every time I touch them racks, it make my heart flutter

I need some space from you right now, yeah, yeah, I feel like clutter
Ay, hold on, how you goin' like that?
How you lettin' them talk down? How you goin' for that?
I can easily fall apart, but I'm gon' keep it intact
And I'ma have your back, and I'ma have your back
So much bands, had a rack attack
Told 'em, "Keep up if you can," now we out now, we out, yuh

Got that lil' boy boxed up
Pull up in a new whip, I lost ya, I lost ya
Don't have them kickin' in, who the top, I play soccer
Ran off on the plug, yeah, I stole that bitch stuff
Boy, I'm hood as fuck, that boy thought I was barista
I'ma go coast to coast with a hundred, I ain't cheap, yeah
Pull up a black truck, this ho come with green tuss
Okay, I'm on Uzi shit, find Peter leaker

Can't run from these bullets, bitch, I got heat seeker
12 tryna speed up, Gucci, double G, yeah
Certainly, watchin' me, yeah
My slime shoot the .3, yeah
My slime shoot the .3, yeah, blowin' at your grave, yeah
He mean we got beef, uh, I don't even see ya
I see you got someone else, I won't get between, yeah
She like, "It ain't no one else, it's just me," yeah

Yeah
Fucked up
Yeah, fucked up (blatt, blatt, blatt)

Come check the swag down, yeah, come around the numbers
But instead you wanna leave, 500 days of summer
Shoot that bitch from deep, I'm tryna fuck yo' slime, ya
I love her comedy, "How I Met Your Mother"
Yeah, yeah, you bad enough for me, why we love each other
I had hella swag on me, my jeans Undercover
Every time I touch them racks, it make my heart flutter

I always knew I could hog the ball