Jason Tatum Lyrics

It's time rock out like the NBA Tip-Off

Your hoe tip off, two balls and net in her throat

Keep it Solid, keep silent, tell nobody baby

Surf-board inat water, Zo mighty wavy

Run ya pockets shave em, having luck like Im in Boston

Pockets richie rich, you zero bitch Jason Tatum

Scoping from the sky, We run em down sea hawks

I want syrup like a IHop, catch a bag like i'm DHop

Hip-Hop make this Glock, beat box on your top

That hoe a flip flop, ima make her lip lock on my cock

Blood then shed all about some bows right on my block

Say my Ma a hoe, and that's main reason daddy walked out

Yeen talm bout gwop, the fuck you talm bout

I want guacamole, nun before that doughtty

Try back door me, damn near killed my brodie

Take a knee son (Nissan) I'm looking forward (Ford)

Tunnel vision keeping (Focus)

We had roaches, and smoking em too

Fell out with my dog, but i contemplate what me and bro can do

Fell out with my bitch, and then i realize ain't no hope in you

What i'm posed, I put that money over

Tell the truth I thought the cash a bring me close to you

It's time rock out like the NBA Tip-Off

Your hoe tip off, two balls and net in her throat

Keep it Solid, keep silent, tell nobody baby

Surf-board inat water, Zo mighty wavy

Run ya pockets shave em, having luck like Im in Boston

Pockets richie rich, you zero bitch Jason Tatum

Scoping from the sky, We run em down sea hawks

I want syrup like a IHop, catch a bag like i'm DHop

Can't deny the signs of my madness ima narcissist

Can't deny the science in my blood ima martian

We gone (Lynch) like Marshawn, We bench him like 45 plates

Now i'm eating steak it used to be bologna

Uh, all the bitches give me face, but i'm still lonely

Bday that's the wrong type of cake, i don't want it

Irate if you piss me off, a bag on your dome head

Substitute with no credentials she giving dumb head

Driving fast we gone push us a rental me and my homie

Get them hunnits, and I think about Curt my money Crippin

Drench in the mailbox, I just got that shit in

Pussy nigga tail-tucked, he don't stand on business

No turtle, but like Franklin I just got shipment

You play with him he blinking, like thousand eyelids

The type to leave you stinking in some roses that's some fly shìt

Brodie caught a body in Dior, that's a fly hit