Espn (feat. HitBabii)

I'm taking it Iguodala, 30rdty curry, T.w.o or everyone on Golden State HitBabii Fate of the universe on the line, or the martians have the death beam pointed at earth, you better hit it Yes, sir I want Iguodala Yo! We makin' highlights at ESPN Now run to the friend, they back On they bully and they bout to spend, Now pick up the body, and pick up them shells from that F&N He play for the gang, and members You know that he won't see again, We don't know em, We don't jack em, Run a play then we trap' em Euro step, then I pass em Cross him over then I Clap em Clap' em, Rap' em You know he ain't tryin' to Pass it Pass it, Pass it Bullet through your Gucci glasses From the streets to the locker room Locker room to the league, If we see a Opp right there on the Block we makin' him bleed, Say goodbye to your moms, goodbye to your wife, goodbye to your seed You know when the Chop hit' em Make a Nigga do the pepper seed He shoot like Joel Embiid, Cross him over the step back, Then I wet that, like I'm Curry for 3 Niggas like that, Till the shots fire Now they really Believe Have me hit my Ooter, tell' em Stay on' em we ain't letting em Breathe Huh! Do this for them members, I won't see again, You could go see All my highlights on ESPN Bitch if you ain't know You better tell a friend, I think he need more People, We don't believing him Nahhhuhh We making highlights like ESPN Now run tell a friend, they back on They Bully and they bout to spend, Now pick up the body and pick up them shells from that F&N He play for the gang and members He know that he won't see again, We don't Know em We don't Jack em Run a play, then we trap' em Euro step, Then I pass' em Cross em over, then I clap em Rap' em, Rap' em You know he ain't trying pass it Pass It, Pass it Bullet through ya Gucci Glasses Lights, camera, action Better blow what you Backin' F*ck all the Chattin' Niggas upping Strap quick Niggas know how we Pack shit F*ck all the Lackin' Nigga we Slap shit, any Survivors Slide thru and wack shit, Two said forward, Jamaica Not till i push his shit Backwards Movin tact wit this Mack 10 Ooters calling it Practice "Okayyy" We'll tell' em to show Face Knock it go off, pow, pow Leave' em with no Face Get the drop, make it Hot, Ate the G-lock, now it's cold case Come wit ya Blick, It ain't no Fades When you play in these streets Look both Ways These shit's bring fire we tote K's We spin on your block and throw Flames E-zell, steal before you a kill Ain't putting no Pain Nigga you gone die in that rope Chain Tell the opps line up, this soul Train We making highlights like ESPN Now run to the friend, They back On they bully They about to spend, Now pick up the body, and pick up Them shells from the F&N He play for the gang and members You know that he won't see again, We don't know em We don't Jack em Run a play then we trap em Euro step then I pass em Cross em over then I clap em Clap em, Rap em You know he ain't trying pass it Pass it, pass it Bullet through ya Gucci Glasses