Picked Up The Ball (feat. J.Kliss)

If I don't like you, than it's f*ck it. Yeah I crashed the whip We smash the bitch (Hm) (Hm) (Hm) (Hm) (Hm) Look at my magic tricks Nocap, I'm on my shit Watch me whip my magic stick Fucked his boo and now he's sick I don't have time for silly shit Yeah R-I-P, Rest In Peace I promise I came a long way We shoot at the deceased You're not a friend of me Back in middle school, I used to serve a pound of weed Now I just smoke dope, I don't sell but it feels cheap I remember howlin' out, I had a tricky up my sleeve Try fucking with me (Try fucking with me) We'll put your ass to sleep My mom did voudou and it was fucking up my sleep This entails the me She loves when I dig her deep (Yeah) Picked her up from the streets Pass it on, she's for the team I love when she understands my shit, it really makes me feel I don't know about that last night nig-, he might just need to chill Gon' head, take a pill Your dick can't stand up still (Ah, no homo) I think I need to excuse myself I shoot above the rim I'm glad I'm not a crip Shoutout his last name Tim I recall you're just a whim Picked up the ball like Steph I'm glad I'm not a crip Shoutout his last name Tim And I do it for my gang, for my gang, for my gang, let's go