Space Jam

(It's Hokatiwi)

White sticks like I dipped the buffs in a milk carton

And the bitches got the nuggets too like I'm Will Barton

Four hundred dollar Chrome tee but I'm still heartless

I'll have yo whole crew running like a drill sergeant

I ain't on a pill trip, bitch, I'm on a jack run

Two phones slapping, had to throw away to tap one

Zaza after zaza, I got black lungs

Scoring through all the foul play, that's a and one

Splash Bros, if I don't pull up, I know Stan will shoot

Tripping in the coupe, finna crash like I'm Bandicoot

Miami Beach loft with a good great Atlantic view

Heard the clerk sweet like Kool-Aid, brought the jammers through

Chop with the flash, we'll pause him like a photo

Told her, "We a secret", I'ma dog her on the low low

Bitch wanna link, if we ain't fraud then it's a no go

Smoking out a two pound, balling like I'm Bol Bol

Fuck, this some Gotham Runtz

Undertaker, if I'm down, just know that I'm popping up

Yeah, I see you mugging 'cause you peeped that I dropped the buffs

Reaching? We gon' swing sticks like the ref dropped the puck

Real road runner, probably won't even stop for lunch

Talking like you stepping but I know that you not gon' crunch

Whoop an opp to the Lord, bitch, watch me lob him up

Had to up my Jordan 1s so I went and copped a bunch

I ain't gon' stop till the kid got the GOAT status

Put the red beams on his face, he need Proactiv

I don't need a stunt double, I'll face my own action

I can score in two different fields like I'm Bo Jackson

Bitch cold so I threw a Moncler coat at her

And I think the bitch know voodoo, she a soul snatcher

Boy, stop rapping, you be talking shit that don't matter

Cocky fuck since middle school, I been a roll flasher

Bitch friends ask where she at, told' em, "With her date"

Smile tugging on the [?

Out here, you going out bad but in Flint, you chatty

For the hundredth time, I hopped in and I zipped my baggy

No lag, 7.62s, they'll flip yo Cady

Blowing out the new cookies pack, I be missing Cali

On telegraph with the scope, can hit a opp in Ypsilanti

Scored sixty out in New York, told the Knicks to draft me

Two hundred dollar sea food, finna make a mess

That ain't olive oil when you see unkie apron wet

Chase hoes? Nah, I'd rather go and chase a check

Since you got a big heart, told bro to aim for chest

Bitch called me "broke", told that ho they must've laced her meth

I don't mean to dog hoes, you can go and thank my ex

We ain't in the Hellcats tonight, catch us racing 'Vettes

Loyalty so rare, won't even let a bitch take my test

Off some chill shit, ran up a hundred in these pair of Crocs

Woke up with zero fucks to give, boy, I swear to God

Skrrt around, whip roaring like a Triceratops

Hitter brought the stick to San Fran like he Barry Bonds

Sealed pint, boy, I gotta charge you for every drop

Hustle dying wish, boy, my life wasn't Fairy Odd

That ain't Hutch, I see you grab that watch out of Jared's box

Took my bitch OT and told her be prepared to shop

Melrose, Rodeo, back to back drip trips

Lauren London type bitch, blues on me, RIP Nip

Got it out the mud, in the hood like a dipstick

Cuz thirtheen, he'll pull up shooting off his RipStik

Ray Lewis, catch you with the bag, I'ma hit stick

Twenty thousand in the restaurant and didn't tip shit

Lil' light skin, lip gloss, don't do lip stick

Bitch, I got a squad full of goons like I'm Trick Trick

Ayy, ShittyBoyz