Phil Jackson

(albüm: Grandson - 2023)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Von)

I keep calling plays like I'm Phil Jackson
We got Glocks and K's 'cause the field cracking (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Nah), I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (Huh?), she get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn), what if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah), hundred shots, he still clapping

You know Von, I'm known to go in (Go)
Niggas hoes, they be wearing sew-ins (Yeah, yeah)
I got out, fucked five of her friends (Von)
Bet a bitch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill, I'm gon' score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (Yeah), and your homie's sister (Uh-huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin (Yeah), man, fuck your homie's sister (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a 40, I wasn't never worried (Nah, nah)
Teacher asked me what I want to do, I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talking 'bout some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwing Hail Marys (Grrah), you catch this, you getting buried (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Smoking on that Terry Berry, they left him Bloody Mary (Ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay, I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (Grrah, grrah)

I keep calling plays like I'm Phil Jackson (Calling plays)
We got Glocks and K's (Huh?) 'cause the field cracking (Go, huh?)
Goofy better tuck his chain, my lil' vultures will snatch it (Von, Von)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Damn, damn, damn)
I ain't in no rush to save (Yeah), I drove real fast (Huh?)
My bitch bad like she will not behave, she get real ratchet (I just keep goin')
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin'?
Baby AR make 'em fall down, hundred shots, he still clapping

He think he turnt up, he finally seen it, yeah, we been having (Who?)
My squad don't give no fuck, we tear shit up just like I'm Bin Laden (Go)
Running to them bucks (Huh?), my Gucci scuffed (Run), now I got rich habits (Run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if they don't quit capping (Damn, damn, damn)
Uh (Yeah), now reload
And I can't see straight off the X 'cause I just keep rolling (I just keep rollin')
Sipping Henny in my cup, I can't keep focus (I be sippin')
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it (Grrah, grrah)

I keep calling plays like I'm Phil Jackson (Calling plays)
We got Glocks and K's (Huh?) 'cause the field cracking (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?), my lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You could die a hundred ways, don't blink 'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Von, huh?), I drove real fast (Nah, nah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (What?), she get real ratchet (Yeah, grrah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn), what if I was still trappin'? (Huh? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down (Grrah), hundred shots, he still clapping (Grrah, grrah)