MVP BROCKHAMPTON

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]
Give me the rock, and I'ma show you all the ways to be the MVP
Even if you own a bank, you still can't check me
See, I was born for this, I ain't the type to sport technique
And I ain't waitin' for a catch, you better accept me, ya dig?
I can hear the ball, I don't get chatty
Take you to the house like I'm Trick Daddy
If I'm skippin' through the lane, it could end badly
Hit a pose for the camera when it gets flashin'
If you don't know, my body take your vitamins
Got the bench warmed like Natisha Hiedeman
Plays they makin' could be cock-inspirin'
Next possеssion point like I'm LaMelo, then I'm firin'
Blam, crowd goеs wild, I'm the man
Baby, I'm the coach, just so you know, we had a plan
If you wanna stop me, better have a diagram
I was number one before the season had began

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract, Joba, Merlyn Wood]
Boy, you make me wanna, boy you make me wanna-
Boy, you make me wanna, go head, go head, go-o
Boy, you make me wanna, jump, jump, boy, you make me wanna-
Boy, you make me wanna, jump, jump go head, go head, go-o

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
I'ma put you on a poster
Call Fatheads and tell 'em put your head where my palm is
See yo' ass on out call the chauffeur
Speed dial, no sir, under there, Oprah?
Catch a rest from over there in Lot B
The Mazdas, the Kias, and F150s
Don't see passion in any eyes I see
Fear of the foe that is coming closely
I'mma slang through the lane, pull up like window pane
Got a jump of the rank, get a rang dang lang
Know the feet on the sheet that's showing stain danes
I'm a beast for the title, hit my phone like rang rang