WHAT WOULD KOBE DO? ft. $ir J Lyrics

Schyeah

Yeah

Yeaaaah

Waaap

These aren't sketches, these are Yeezy's, I'm so icy, Ben Baller

Don't know if they told you, but I'm a shot caller

I'm a big rottweiler, you a lil' scrappy doo

Clutch mode all year, I'm thinking what would Kobe do

I'm going clutch, what that is, bitch I'm juugin at the spot

Bitch, I'm plotting on these plays, bitch, I'm getting' to the guap

Bitch, I'm trying to fill these pockets up, fill them up with knots

Hit Johnny Dang up and have em blinded by the rocks

Teehee gone, mamba drank, yellow and a purple mixed

I love her but I hate her, God, please don't make me hurt the bitch

I got a pill or two for the osmosis, Teehee serving Drix

Adapted to the life I live, I really had to learn it quick

Pick and roll, fade away, I'm choosing how I'm bout to ball

Signal with a whistle or a nod for another call

I never take a charge, I get right up after the fall

Hit him with a hessy, I may have shook but I made bucko stall

Okay, he thought he was the car

Try to overshadow me thinking that he is the star

Handshakes, a few daps, guess that nigga think he getting far

But I'm the one who grinding and put the work in from the start,

These aren't sketches, these are Yeezy's, I'm so icy, Ben Baller

Don't know if they told you, but I'm a shot caller

I'm a big rottweiler, you a lil' scrappy doo

Clutch mode all year, I'm thinking what would Kobe do

I'm going clutch, what that is, bitch I'm juugin at the spot

Bitch, I'm plotting on these plays, bitch, I'm getting' to the guap

Bitch, I'm trying to fill these pockets up, fill them up with knots

Hit Johnny Dang up and have em blinded by the rocks

I got a mamba mental, I'm a purple cobra, you an average joe

My bitch is a real life Bratz doll, she ain't no average hoe

Trap like Hobby Lobby, pull up, nigga, come and bag a bow

Gotta come different every time, you know they snag my flow

I might pop my shit today, it might start some shit today

Jaunie styling and you know he wilding, fuck what niggas say

In the Galleria, tricking off on an Armenian

Her titties made of silicone, her purse made from chameleons

I feel like I'm Jaunie Kash in 2013

I was doing niggas dirty with the karo codeine

I was rocking dirty Vans and had a bankroll on me

Niggas tried to cross me, but they broke they ankles, on me

Balling like an AI, balling like a Kobe, run with that sack, pass to my bro if he open

I be geeked off Adderall, got plays up in motion

If you know me, then you know I'm sliding and I'm coasting

These aren't sketches, these are Yeezy's, I'm so icy, Ben Baller

Don't know if they told you, but I'm a shot caller

I'm a big rottweiler, you a lil' scrappy doo

Clutch mode all year, I'm thinking what would Kobe do

I'm going clutch, what that is, bitch I'm juugin at the spot

Bitch, I'm plotting on these plays, bitch, I'm getting' to the guap

Bitch, I'm trying to fill these pockets up, fill them up with knots

Hit Johnny Dang up and have em blinded by the rocks

Yeah

Krack Money Worldwide man

The world Craig

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