Playmaker
(专辑: Luka Troncic - 2021)
Bitch, yeah (Yeah) It's BabyTron, bitch (It's BabyTron, bitch) Yeah (Yeah) Pull up on your bitch and hit her with the, "Is you ready, ho?" Ruth Chris, came a
long way from SpaghettiOs Unkie went and got his Prezzi froze off a
heavy load If they try to block me at the
rim, turn my Jelly on Feeling like Poseidon, watch the
fit drip Shooter pull up with a
mullet like he Rik Smits Shooter pull up just to pull it then he switch clips They don't wanna see me touchdown, tryna squib kick It's a
dirty game, call a
dirty play Me and Stan Splash Bros, we got Klay and Curry range Before I
hit the
road, tell my girl, "Don't be worried, bae" Mr. Run-It-Up, I
can show you how in thirty days Really I
can show you right now if you pape ready Money getting big so you know that the
hate heavy Eye down the
four times scope and my aim steady Foreign kicks like Barcelona, sick I
came Messi Couldn't make this up if I
wanted to, this real life Wouldn't tuck this shit anywhere, boy, this real ice That's a
one in that two liter, boy, that's still Sprite Reach for this chain? You just know you gon' get killed, right? Like, the
clerk know I'm scamming, don't ya? Said he got cheese, well that's what you call "capperoni" Can't relate, I
got a
big stupid blue stack up on me 2015, was on a
mission, True jacket on me Real spill, think about it, boy, stop it with the
cap When I
work magic, ain't no rabbit popping out a
hat Shout-out Unkie, probably somewhere with a
pot up in a
trap In a
Demon rocking Palm Angels, opposites attract Leave me 'lone, currently I'm hopping in a
bag When I
was sitting on the
bench, I
was plotting on the
stats Feeling too safe at Somerset, shopping with the
MAG Yeah, he was at the
top but now the
bottom where he at I
ain't even gotta say no names Fucking with the
crowd, young bull, just play yo games He still wearing team J's, that just ain't okay Shout-out Herbo 'nem, whites on, it's a
Fazo day Blues in the
bag, hands cheesy, boy, that's Cool Ranch Oh, you finally made a
ten? Okay, cool, champ .223 bald fade 'em like it's boot camp Would've thought my pops the
mailman 'cause I'm too stamped With the
mafia blowing 'Woods, chilling, throwing darts Chrome on the
tee but I
swear I
got a
frozen heart Luka Trončić, guarantee this bitch on the
charts High as hell, might die coming down like I'm Owen Hart RIP, ain't no disrespect 50K on me, finna trip like I
missed a
step Put a @
on that comment, why that shit so indirect? M
on my mind, was on my pants, boy, I
miss the
Mitt Juu walking in with big black chunky Triple S
You talking 'bout scoring buckets? You ain't even dribble yet I
might drop a
hundred first quarter then go sit the
rest Bitch, yo boyfriend a
ho, that's my lil' neph' Ten in the
morning, made ten, you still getting dressed Unc' do his opps like his pills, he gon' get 'em pressed All the
blogs just now hit, bitch, I
been the
best Bitch said I'm broke? Lil' ho off of crystal meth Who the
fuck could fuck with me, like, really? Hutch chain, tricolor, life chilly I'm a
GOAT in the
field like billy Tron Iguodala, got a
fucking .9 with me What does one GC, bitch, swipe fifty See an opp and robbed his ass like those might fit me Leave her on the
interstate if she drive iffy Next year I'm telling Johnny Dang to ice kit me Bitch, yeah, ayy (Ayy) Ayy (Ayy) Ayy, ShittyBoyz (Ayy, ShittyBoyz)