They should wear a helmet
Check it
I be hitting poses, walk around me, I'm flexing
It's been something heavy on my chest, it's a necklace
This one here is silver, but it's really not a preference
He hit it so hard, I should add him to my setlist
He tell his new girl how I did it as a reference
I won't be surprised if she hit me with some questions
I don't fuck with exes and I cannot make exceptions
Stick that ass so high, he be tryna Mount Everest
Uh, they can't be me like
He got me hung over the bed sippin' Pedialyte
I know it's demon time
So why I'm feeling existential when he hit me up and ask me if I'm free tonight?
Don't be weird around me, boy, keep it squeegee 'round me, boy
You know I won't keep it PG, this is more like Brandon Roy
On the eve of my three-peat, at the club sneaking
Tuck my chain inside my shirt, it's playing hide-and-seeky
Give me brain, he got two in the pinky (Two in the morning)
I'm trying angles on my head like Tinky-Winky (He leaning)
He leaning back like he popping a wheelie
We bump Alfredo when we finish and eat fettuccini
Ahh, ah, ah, ah, don't look at me like that
I told you I'd do that, do, do that, that, that
You all cap, cap, cap, like 3 hats, no Chance
The outcast, stack, stack, stack
This a player's anthem
But who's the one they lean on when the Bill Withers away?
When you missed the rent, like it's winter in the Bay?
Comb gon' set it straight, you go get your money
And when you pull up at the bank, say you were sent by Hunny
You better-
Check it
I be hitting poses, walk around me, I'm flexing
It's been something heavy on my chest, it's a necklace
He tryna impress me, said he fuck with my cassette disk
Look him in the face, I said, "What is a cassette disk?"
More than two stepping (Who, who?), who the ref is?
I check in at Gus's when I travel out to Memphis
I'm the one, Ja Morant, and it's so impressive
Gas me up and make me call an Uber to the session
You callin' or we sexting? You think you a cavalier
Boy, K.T.S.E. on they head
You better travel here
Don't forget a souvenir
You a troopa, you bring that coupe in here
Don't have me lookin' stupid here
Wait (Ahem), I got stacks to lay
Don't respond to that, Court, they got my stacks delayed
'Bout that action, and still don't know how to act today
Itay, add a fat delay, right here, okay
I can make 'em bounce, bounce, bounce
I can make 'em bounce, bounce, bounce
Christo make 'em bounce, bounce, bounce
I can make 'em bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
God almighty will I ever stop bouncing
But then I check it
I be hitting poses, walk around me, I'm flexing
It's been something heavy on my chest, it's a necklace
He say I'm a ho, he just mad he was rejected
You know that that boy can't be out here looking desperate
I don't hang with y'all 'cause your crew is always stressing
They be bloodsucking, what the fuck would I be left with?
I stay off the socials, I don't gotta post blessings
I be at the club like, "This the place y'all so obsessed with?"
I'm just here 'cause I look fine, or whatever Marshawn Lynch said
