NHL Lyrics

You feel me? I'm finna go crazy on this motherfucka' strength

You would think we in the NHL, the way we slide with sticks

Bitch the 30, some like Navy Seals, we always patchin' shit

M-C-E, that's Money Chasers, B-R-A Band Runners, bitch

Know how we be comin' like Nick Cannon, we be drummin' shit

Yeah, I post up on the block all night like Andre Drummond, bitch

Hit him in his top, now he a ghost cause he got summoned quick

No, we don't give passes, this ain't Madden, we just punish shit

Can't get you, then we gon' get your homie, that's your punishment

Yeah, we get the drop, then we suit up cause, bitch, we murder shit 3-4, that shit called murder road cause, bitch we murder them

3-0, we up on all the scores, yeah, bitch, we shirtin' them

You said, let's fuck Lil' GG on my mama, bitch, we stomp' for him

Catch him up in traffic, ain't no talkin' just start clappin' him

If you want this pressure, you can get it, ain't no middle

Man, this cougar, that be with me, got a dick, she fuck you and your mans

We strikin' shit like lightning, but we spin like some tornadoes

Man, I slide, I get so dizzy, ain't no missin' when we on that business

hop out get to blickin' with that Glick, till that bitch is clickin'

Nah, boy, this no cap, I be seein' demons when I'm sleepin

Got his ass fanned down while he was talkin', I was fuckin' creepin'

What you know about slidin', outside in the grass with them heaters

Yeah, them boys be hidin', so they better play some good-ass defense

Slide up on they block Fourth of July it wouldnt make a difference

Call me mister', get him, ain't no drivin' when I'm on a mission