[Intro]
Keva
[Chorus]
Look how I took your b*tch god damn
Look how I flood my wrist god damn
Look look look look
Look how I get the chips god damn
I ball just like the Knicks god damn
Yup yup yup yup
Look how I took your b*tch god damn
Look how I flood my wrist god damn
Look look look look
Look how I get the chips god damn
I ball just like the Knicks god damn
Yup yup yup yup
[Verse]
Boolin’ in the coupe uh
Syrup in the booth uh
Titanic on my wrist yuh
I might just hit a lick yuh
My wrist got wetter
Yo’ b*tch like me better
She send me a letter
I ain’t even met her
Blowin’ up, I feel a nuke
Can’t even blink otherwise they might shoot
Feel like XXL, b*tch
Feel like I’m in hell, b*tch
She wanna link, but I’m not icy
She is too pricy, I am too shiny
Feel like I’m invincible, because I am too biblical
Feel like I’m invincible, because I am too biblical
I got drip like popsicle
That’s not even logical
Blue bands up in my rari coupe
You know I just like to hoop
Might just hit a stain
Swervin’ through the lanes
Off the perc like Kurt Cobain
While you losing, I just gain, yuh
[Chorus]
Look how I took your b*tch god damn
Look how I flood my wrist god damn
Look look look look
Look how I get the chips god damn
I ball just like the Knicks god damn
Yup yup yup yup
Look how I took your b*tch god damn
Look how I flood my wrist god damn
Look look look look
Look how I get the chips god damn
I ball just like the Knicks god damn
Yup yup yup yup