COURTSIDE ft. AXDREW & MIKEY Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Glock in my lap, the bank CD's what I'm reppin

Told by 21 Savage just to watch out when I'm steppin

Off the clutch, I slow down time like Matrix, blood nose like Eleven

And yo bitch, she my lil' minion, so you know I named her cousin

Keep it steady when I'm reving', even I know where I'm headed

Yeah, yo bitch, she on my shit, but I don't care cause she a seven

Yeah, it's crazy how they think about it, I ain't really bout it

Wanna make it out my city, hard to do it when they doubt it

They say they wanna feature, I'm like Bet so, I'ma keep it comin

I'ma give this shit my best, I ain't gon' let the beat go runnin

Walk up in the party, bands up in my pocket, money thumbin

Jumpman' on the shoes like Drake, I told Andrew we on a summin

Bitch, I'm number one, I never lose, it ain't full discussion

Run up in this bitch like B.O.2, throwin' out concussion

AK on the shoulder, Rambo, no, I ain't no fuckin' Russian

I'ma run it back to back and back to back like Andre drummond

Sippin' out the faygo , that's a foreign mix of lemonade with iced tea

I just want my money, get a check like it's Nike

Go and ask your bitch, who she with? Yeah, it's Mikey

Chrome hearts head to toe, I'm feelin' like a Hypebeast

I'ma keep it simple with the ones and the white tee

Hop up on the court like a Knick, call me Spike Lee

Yo Girl, on my side, yes, she wanna be my wifey

Me goin' broke, yeah, that's hella un

Keep about a hundred fifty in my jean jacket

Just in case a bad bitch come around

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I been chillin',

Hit up Andrew, hit the studio

Y'all don't know the rest, don't test

Told your ass to stay less

fat Motherfuckers keep restin', keep kissin

Copped some' new yeezys, so I'm feelin' fresh

Smile on his face, but I know that motherfuckin' lyin

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We in here, call me when the checks clear

Put my bitch in my gear ,

broke, bitch tryna finnese a pear

Go on vimslair

pirate some shit,

motherfucker, we gettin' lit

Summer 22, how we comin' got a faygo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Glock in my lap

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Glock in my lap, the bank CD's what I'm reppin

Told by 21 Savage just to watch out when I'm steppin

Off the clutch, I slow down time like Matrix, blood nose like Eleven

And yo bitch, she my lil' minion, so you know I named her cousin

Keep it steady when I'm reving', even I know where I'm headed

Yeah, yo bitch, she on my shit, but I don't care cause she a seven

Yeah, it's crazy how they think about it, I ain't really bout it

Wanna make it out my city, hard to do it when they doubt it