[Intro: Sample]
In transition, Wade finds James
Set up, give it to D. Wade and get it back for the finish
Perhaps the inspir-
Well, you know if you're Nick Young, they're gonna lob it to James
A three-points shot can be very, uh... debilitating to them
[Chorus]
You actin' tough, boy, you a fuckboy
You ain't on nothing, boy
I got my gun, boy, ayy
See that, you better run, boy
Kush up in my lung, boy
Thrax pack, shit'll make you dumb, boy
Get my pump, boy
Click-clack that, shit'll make you run, boy, ayy
I turn nothing into something, boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Then spend it all, it ain't nothing, boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
He said he a man, he a runnin' boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bullets flyin' like planes and these hunneds, boy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Comin' through, boy, ayy, ayy
Click-clack, what you wanna do, boy? Ayy
Like duh-duh-duh with my Ruger-duh
Me and my boys, me and my toys
Come through like click-clack, buh-buh
Boy, boy, try to ignore it, ayy
Boy donе got his ass in the morgue, ayy, ayy, ayy
Boy done got his ass, it was torchеd, ayy
My boys came blastin' out a Porsche, ayy, ayy
Then I rolled a fat boy walkin' out of court, ayy
Judge like, "You a stupid lil boy, you think you ruder, lil boy"
I told the judge, "That ain't what I do, lil boy", ayy
Smokin' on this Tooka, lil boy, ayy
And I got my Ruger, lil boy
Been smokin' on this lil boy too, ayy
Don't make me have my lil boys shoot you
And I'm tired of the cut
Comin' out the roof, bitch, I got lil boy shooters
In transition, Wade finds James
Set up, give it to D. Wade and get it back for the finish
Perhaps the inspir-
Well, you know if you're Nick Young, they're gonna lob it to James
A three-points shot can be very, uh... debilitating to them
[Chorus]
You actin' tough, boy, you a fuckboy
You ain't on nothing, boy
I got my gun, boy, ayy
See that, you better run, boy
Kush up in my lung, boy
Thrax pack, shit'll make you dumb, boy
Get my pump, boy
Click-clack that, shit'll make you run, boy, ayy
I turn nothing into something, boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Then spend it all, it ain't nothing, boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
He said he a man, he a runnin' boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bullets flyin' like planes and these hunneds, boy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
Comin' through, boy, ayy, ayy
Click-clack, what you wanna do, boy? Ayy
Like duh-duh-duh with my Ruger-duh
Me and my boys, me and my toys
Come through like click-clack, buh-buh
Boy, boy, try to ignore it, ayy
Boy donе got his ass in the morgue, ayy, ayy, ayy
Boy done got his ass, it was torchеd, ayy
My boys came blastin' out a Porsche, ayy, ayy
Then I rolled a fat boy walkin' out of court, ayy
Judge like, "You a stupid lil boy, you think you ruder, lil boy"
I told the judge, "That ain't what I do, lil boy", ayy
Smokin' on this Tooka, lil boy, ayy
And I got my Ruger, lil boy
Been smokin' on this lil boy too, ayy
Don't make me have my lil boys shoot you
And I'm tired of the cut
Comin' out the roof, bitch, I got lil boy shooters
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