Made A Three (basketball) Lyrics

Yo, hoppin' on the beat, white Nikes on my feet

Tryin' to stop me, they can't do that to me

Yo, runnin' around with the gang, then I shoot, hit a three

Then I say, how did I do that

Peter Luck said the minutes were back, practice this every day

Worked my absolute best, tryin' to be the best of me

And now I pull up and shoot a three

Shot a three, and made it

Try to count it as a two, but that ain't workin

Now it's a three, refs overturned it

But they wouldn't let me call the timer, yeah

That day, we had to say we still didn't be any A-teams

But, it's still okay, yeah

Had to hop on the beat, white Nikes on my feet

I just throw up a random ball

I said, oh my gosh, how did I make that

Kids in the back said, that's just Peter Luck

I said, I've been practicing, yeah

They didn't believe me, so I had to do it again

This time, so close, but no good

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Refs screwed me out of the playoff game, I don't care

It's only one year, I'll come back next year

Who cares, but I'm not even good

I mean, they were calling against us the whole time

Probably should've known that, if we didn't

But I had to shoot a three

But I, but I had to shoot a three

Had to shoot a three, it's a three

Oh my gosh

Kids in the back said, hey, that's Peter Luck

I told them no, I've been practicing

Hit a three, hit a three, hit a three