Athletes lyrics

[Intro: Calboy]
Uh, uh
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
[?] one more time
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat

[Chorus: Calboy]
I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)
I'm gonna go till [?] ask me
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat
We ran through the check like some athletes
I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me
I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)
I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)
b*tch, I'm [?] (Yeah)
I fell in love with this sh*t with a passion
I fell in love with the streets with a passion

[Verse 1: Calboy]
Young n*gga wild, we ran through the school
We toating pistols, I stick it and move
I told my n*gga to get in the groove
They be like "Calboy, you writing your rules"
[I smoke?] them n*ggas, we treat them like [?]
Then we hop in the Phantom [?] and go play it smooth
I got the chopper to show you some tricks
When we be riding, we carrying tools
I run it up, put some bands in the safe
I'm making sure I got bread on my plate
Remember them days when we had noodles [?]
I'm making sure that it's lobster and steak
Mama had told me that I'm moving too fast
I told her "Sorry, but I cannot wait"
I-I told her "I'm tryna see better days"
I told her "I'm tryna pay it away"
I told her "I want some cash"
I'm tryna get to a bag
I'm tryna make this sh*t last
I bought a foreign [?] glass
I bought a foreign, some ice, yeah
Grab it, don't look at the price, yeah
Diamonds, they water, they nice, yeah
I got the [?] spikes
[Chorus: Calboy & Lil Duke]
I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)
I'm gonna go till [?]
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat
We ran through the check like some athletes
I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me
I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)
I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)
b*tch, I'm [?] (Yeah)
I fell in love with this sh*t with a passion (Yeah, yeah)
I fell in love with the streets with a passion

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Feeling like Kobe, I ball like an athlete (Feeling like Kobe)
b*tches bow down to me like I'm your majesty (Your majesty)
Hop on a jet, so the TSA, they cannot answer me
Get all the paint and I hop in the foreign, no limit like Master P
I'm in the back of the back
f*cking your b*tch with no screws attached
Country boy, they on the way
We on the road, and you know we getting payed
All of my b*tches be shopping at Sax
b*tch you know I'm the one
Came in the club with a gun
All of these b*tches, they swallowing c*m (Suck it)
b*tch I'm the sh*t if you asking
I got some head in the backseat
Ran through the check like an athlete
Pull up the choppa, then run like a track meet
b*tch I'm the sh*t like a pamper
Free all of my n*ggas locked up in the slammer
Walk in the party, they pull out the camera
I do this sh*t for my family
Back on the wall and they want me to ball and I know Imma ball
Back this sh*t up [?] team [?] walk in the mall
I got a number, she think that I need her, but I never call (Brr)
Came from the bottom, I went to the top, and I'm bringing my dogs
[Chorus: Calboy]
I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)
I'm gonna go till [?] ask me
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat
We ran through the check like some athletes
I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me
I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)
I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)
b*tch, I'm [?] (Yeah)
I fell in love with this sh*t with a passion
I fell in love with the streets with a passion