J.R. Smith

Up that fye right up on him, I made em give it up Nigga just started thuggin', boy you ain't did enough And you went fumbles the bag, I went had picked it up No, you can't call me your twin, boy you not kin to us Your bitch turned to a lil' porn star, look what you did to her And you gon' let her stay til' tomorrow, but I just get rid of her And them youngins hop, out get to spinning til' they get dizzy, boy Actin' like these women, get the f*ck up out my business, boy And I told him I'm that nigga, but they act like they wont listen I had to go and stand on business, make his bitch take off my dickies Why you tellin' nigga jump up of the porch, you know what that come with it Damn I thought you was my nigga, but you in competition with me Yeah, I remember, you was always askin' for a lick Same nigga on my dick nigg go and get a bitch Hold up, wait, you the bitch, nigga, ain't here talkin' bout shit I remember we was shootin' shit, and you wasn't doin' shit Yo bitch probably somewhere gettin' hit, ya spot already got hit Man, we gon' spin again, my dog shoot like a Knick, he J.R. Smith Them two mans be boomin', hit his bitch and then we dip Can't fall for you, no, you can't fall for me, I told that bitch, don't trip Been done with you, so why you stalkin' me Block the bitch like Shawn Kemp, this bitch want me to be a simp Told that lil' hoe I'm a pimp, I gotta 50 in this clip Hold up, they won't play with him, lil' bad bitch gon' make it possible & her name, Kim, the same niggas, say they real When shit get real, it ain't them, them youngins walkin' around with switches Go tell that boy to spank him, and they did that lil' bitch dirty When they went and faced him, he know not to speak on that murder He did the time that gave him, he kept it solid, nigga Know a couple niggas ain't on IG, but they got bodies, nigga You can go and ask the city, shit get wicked, know we be wildin', nigga I won't make no post, bet I go ghost, we movin' silence nigga Ran this shit up from the floor, no, I can't go back to the bottom, nigga Yeah, I remember we was door locking, and them niggas say they been steppin' But we don't even know bout ya, niggas, say they beatin' shit Yeah nigga on your hoe, probably I'm with some youngins, stick to violence Young nigga ain't have no guidance, we gon' pull up, get to hitting And let God see who really 'bout it, nigga, thought that I was finished Man, this shit just really started