Espn ft. HitBabii Lyrics

I'm taking it Iguodala, 30rdty curry, T.w.o or everyone on Golden State

HitBabii Fate of the universe on the line, or the martians have the death beam pointed at earth, you better hit it

Yes, sir I want Iguodala

Yo!

We makin' highlights at ESPN

Now run to the friend, they back

On they bully and they bout to spend,

Now pick up the body, and pick up them shells from that F&N

He play for the gang, and members

You know that he won't see again,

We don't know em,

We don't jack em,

Run a play then we trap' em

Euro step, then I pass em

Cross him over then I Clap em

Clap' em, Rap' em

You know he ain't tryin' to Pass it

Pass it, Pass it

Bullet through your Gucci glasses

From the streets to the locker room

Locker room to the league,

If we see a Opp right there on the Block we makin' him bleed,

Say goodbye to your moms,

goodbye to your wife,

goodbye to your seed

You know when the Chop hit' em

Make a Nigga do the pepper seed

He shoot like Joel Embiid,

Cross him over the step back,

Then I wet that, like I'm Curry for 3

Niggas like that, Till the shots fire

Now they really Believe

Have me hit my Ooter, tell' em

Stay on' em we ain't letting em Breathe

Huh! Do this for them members,

I won't see again, You could go see

All my highlights on ESPN

Bitch if you ain't know

You better tell a friend,

I think he need more People,

We don't believing him Nahhhuhh

We making highlights like ESPN

Now run tell a friend, they back on They Bully and they bout to spend,

Now pick up the body and pick up them shells from that F&N

He play for the gang and members

He know that he won't see again,

We don't Know em

We don't Jack em

Run a play, then we trap' em

Euro step, Then I pass' em

Cross em over, then I clap em

Rap' em, Rap' em

You know he ain't trying pass it

Pass It, Pass it

Bullet through ya Gucci Glasses

Lights, camera, action

Better blow what you Backin'

Fuck all the Chattin'

Niggas upping Strap quick

Niggas know how we Pack shit

Fuck all the Lackin'

Nigga we Slap shit, any Survivors

Slide thru and wack shit,

Two said forward, Jamaica

Not till i push his shit Backwards

Movin tact wit this Mack 10

Ooters calling it Practice "Okayyy"

We'll tell' em to show Face

Knock it go off, pow, pow

Leave' em with no Face

Get the drop, make it Hot,

Ate the G-lock, now it's cold case

Come wit ya Blick,

It ain't no Fades

When you play in these streets

Look both Ways

These shit's bring fire we tote K's

We spin on your block

and throw Flames

E-zell, steal before you a kill

Ain't putting no Pain

Nigga you gone die in that rope Chain

Tell the opps line up, this soul Train

We making highlights like ESPN

Now run to the friend, They back

On they bully They about to spend,

Now pick up the body, and pick up Them shells from the F&N

He play for the gang and members

You know that he won't see again,

We don't know em

We don't Jack em

Run a play then we trap em

Euro step then I pass em

Cross em over then I clap em

Clap em, Rap em

You know he ain't trying pass it

Pass it, pass it

Bullet through ya Gucci Glasses