Basketball Wives lyrics

[Chorus: Ola Runt]
She don’t wanna catch a Uber cause my hood urban
Told her she a ten lemme, pop her like a perky
She said she wet
I just told that b*tch I’m thirsty
Flooded Patek, bustdown made the jeweler nervous
I just went and put a scope on my Glock
Tug of war bring the rope on my block
f*ck this basketball wife made her pro hot
The way we locked in, you gon’ have to door knock

[Verse 1: Ola Runt]
She got a smart mouth like she went to Harvard
Graduated out them streets, n*gga I’m a henchman scholar
Take that bag ovеrseas call it Guapemala
Got rich for a day like Tee Grizzlеy
Real A1 n*gga like Smitty
Put my rock on ice like Diddy
Mister T, fool pitty
Hot boy but I’m a cool henchman
They tryna take me out the game but I ain’t sitting on benches
Ask my ex, I sh*t on b*tches
Hang with a rat like the turtle snitching
Sherman Eddie Murphey chemist
Pour up a four we went to Wendy’s
Neck hurt, George Floyd
She like a Youngboy so they hate that like Floyd
Front street, you know I’m on the ave like Troy
Come out the East like Dave
Keep a fifty for the shade
Chrome Heart I love my shades
She f*ck me cause I’m paid
I’m trendy, your sh*t late
Smoking zaza your sh*t shake
[Chorus: Ola Runt]
She don’t wanna catch a Uber cause my hood urban
Told her she a ten lemme pop her like a perky
She said she wet
I just told that b*tch I’m thirsty
Flooded Patek, bustdown made the jeweler nervous
I just went and put a scope on my Glock
Tug of war, bring the rope on my block
f*ck this basketball wife made her pro hot
The way we locked in, you gon’ have to door knock

[Verse 2: Woo Da Savage]
Woo Da Savage, I’m a ten, just like a perc
I don’t really want no Pierre, b*tch I’m sipping purp
Beat my guts, I might just squirt
I want that green like turf
I like my n*gga mean, he a j*rk
Trendy b*tch so they lurk
Yeah they keep up
Itty bitties, I got B cups
Smoking gas, I roll reefer
Don’t make it shake like a seizure
I got good brain, I’m a smart b*tch
Woo the baddest b*tch, I’m ducking all these charges
I just roll up big ol’ blunts and get high like a martian
High like a star
High like a cloud
High like I’m outer space
I want that blue face
But they ain’t gotta be blue
I like you too
I ain’t that picky
I just wanna get to the loot
She think she a big stepper but I’m larger
I make you come quick like a charger
I make him buss just like a charter
That hoe or the b*tch woulda barely started
[Chorus: Ola Runt]
She don’t wanna catch a Uber cause my hood urban
Told her she a ten lemme pop her like a perky
She said she wet
I just told that b*tch I’m thirsty
Flooded Patek, bustdown made the jeweler nervous
I just went and put a scope on my Glock
Tug of war bring the rope on my block
f*ck this basketball wife made her pro hot
The way we locked in, you gon’ have to door knock