NBA lyrics

[Intro]
Rok on the track, yeah
Oh yeah, let's go, Kay9ine
Yes, Sxpply

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
I can ball like NBA but I don't f*ck with NBA
I can stick slimeballs on you, and I ain't puttin' fire on your waist
I pay a ten just for a hit, extra just for your face
I pray to God after I did it, yeah, it was a closed case
Yeah, and I'm flossin' on a b*tch, I drive a Range in the rain
I put a good one on the di*k, yeah, she gon' f*ck on my name
No, I don't care 'bout buildin' some' up, I'm endurin' the pain
Tryna stay sane, playin' with Lil Gotit and I go insane, yeah

[Verse 1: PG Glocc]
Ridin' round with two Glocks, Maybach got no top
Crack rocks in my Gucci socks, runnin' money up on the opp
Came a long way, I'm on my way
Couple thousand for these Cartier, these fake love in my face
F&N for a f*ck n*gga, get the f*ck n*ggas out the way
Pretty b*tches at the penthouse gon' f*ck whoever I say
Still ain't been sleepin', been days
Thick lil' foreign b*tch look Asian
Kick, Liu Kang, b*tch, she basic
Got the b*tch comin' back like Js
Never play Madden but I got plays
Work your b*tch like she my slave
Adderal hit y'all like the bass
Lost my brother, tatted my face
Came from the bottom, somethin' like Ace
Standin' on couches, only pour Ace
Screamin', "f*ck the crackers," took 'em on a chase
They can't stop up, we the wave, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
I can ball like NBA but I don't f*ck with NBA
I can stick slimeballs on you, and I ain't puttin' fire on your waist
I pay a ten just for a hit, extra just for your face
I pray to God after I did it, yeah, it was a closed case
Yeah, and I'm flossin' on a b*tch, I drive a Range in the rain
I put a good one on the di*k, yeah, she gon' f*ck on my name
No, I don't care 'bout buildin' some' up, I'm endurin' the pain
Tryna stay sane, playin' with Lil Gotit and I go insane, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
I go insane with ya main b*tch
I go insane with a flooded wrist
Go insane with the drippin'
I ain't die young like Roddy Ricch
I drink Hennessy all day, long as I still get profit
I'm in trap like all day long, ain't no denyin' me
I whip that white like Santana
I give these lil' bitty hoes some manners, heh
I give these hoes some leeway, then they Instagram me
I don't even know why, I don't want yo wife dawg
Calm down, please be quiet
I could been f*cked her jaw, nah, this money ain't lyin'
Nah, I won't tell you the truth, know Lil Keed be lyin'
I protect the truth, sh*t, even when I'm dyin'
I told my lil' girl, "Don't cry, sh*t, I get millions, tryna get the billions"
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
I can ball like NBA but I don't f*ck with NBA
I can stick slimeballs on you, and I ain't puttin' fire on your waist
I pay a ten just for a hit, extra just for your face
I pray to God after I did it, yeah, it was a closed case
Yeah, and I'm flossin' on a b*tch, I drive a Range in the rain
I put a good one on the di*k, yeah, she gon' f*ck on my name
No, I don't care 'bout buildin' some' up, I'm endurin' the pain
Tryna stay sane, playin' with Lil Gotit and I go insane, yeah