Sport (Outro) lyrics

[Intro]
Look, look

[Verse 1]
I need to get new clothes, so I do dirt in three-bill Truies
Trap trap like Louis, break two down and I put 'em in two weeks
I don't hustle for Louis Vuitton, I need all these package, just get rid and gone
Wake up and it's sex in the mornin', if she acts up, I'll be okay with porno
More times I drive on my lonely 'cause I could never trust no soul
I see these goalies tryna play striker, brudda, just stick to your own role
I stick to my own goal, health up and my circle's small
Don't talk to these bruddas, I box up a Bud, and it’s taking time and I'm movin' like portal
I be like Mayfair, you be the pall mall
Stack it up, stack it up, it's lookin' so tall, tall
Monopoly, f*ck this sodomy, I'm with Sean D and the beat is knockin'
I'm up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
The door just keeps on knockin', money foldin'
Wallets overrated, Huncho on your playlist
Don't give a f*ck about no A-List, uh
Someone give Posty a call, without GRM, we still rated

[Chorus]
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
[Verse 2]
Bummy brothers, this some music brothers over L (L)
Fell on my face, broke, yeah, I never fell
California, pack erotica in the mail
Remember them nights it was cold, it's rainin', I'm sendin' Brooks out to help
So many nights in the [?]
So many nights in the cell
So many night thinkin' who was my friend
If there was, some will go
Inhale, exhale, woosa, yeah, yeah
I triple my cup, I triple my dosage
Pass me the hookah, f*ck it
Pass me the shisha, f*ck it
Pass me the Rizla, f*ck it
If I'm not gettin' no sucky tonight, she suckin' her face now
And that's brodie, I'm tryna make money like Avon
These jiggers are preein', they movin' McNulty
Uh, I used to shot Chris Brown off for the royalities
I didn't have no one that could spoil me
In the kitty's yard, all this foil on me
And these pigs on me, in the loft right now, with a zip on me

[Chorus]
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
[Outro]
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport
And we're in it for the bands though
Food up in the transport
Re-up in the JanSport
Little boy, this a man's sport