Steve Nash ft. Bc.Nate & Jitness Lyrics

Dunk on you like Steve Nash

My pockets blue like sea bass

We get that cash, you too mad

We do you bad, that's too bad

You cuffed a bop, we threw that

And you would know if you that

You wouldn't even put on no act

Today I woke up in some Notcu, mix it up with Backy

You gone spend your whole like tryna pass me, hope you get some rackies

On the move, I can't let no one track me

Can't let no hoe trap me

What's the move, I'm bout to hit Ruth Chris, yeah they happy to have me

I told them boys to catch me if you can

I'm on the way to some bands

Come get dripped out in advance, we gone take pics with some fans

Custom Cartier my lens

1of1 on top my pants

TTE, that's still the plan, Ima take it to my mans

Mhm, boys want smoke they ain't know I would open up shop

Uh huh

He just be talking that hot

Big 3 leave some holes in that boy like some crocs

Been had the hoes lil bruh better stop

Then I ran up some money had switch up the plot

Now I'm sipping a mixed drink up with my boys at the top

How did we get here we been through a lot

Said they knew me before well that picture get cropped

Don't tell me a story could save all the sob

Couple groupie hoes try get with the mob

Shit go left, they all turn cops

Said bae you tryna get with me, 12 get behind us, better put this shit in your sock

And she best be freaky too if I say come on you better get to soothing my cock

(Ouu killem hollon)

Ouu killing all these beats like Terrio

Said "Hey Goodmorning"

She wake up eat me like Cheerios

Don't know what attracted me to her

That bitch must got special pheromones

They see us in the club and bitch we turn they be like "There they go"

I need too much cake

And they can't even pay my fee

She wanna sit on my lap while she on her period, no these expensive jeans

Imma go switch to trap go buy a phone

And shorty gone hate when it ring

I can't be mad they ain't coming like us

Cause I'm different from them and they way, way, way, way

Uh, and she down she be lifting the meat

Same time I be drifting the V

Told you it ain't no point to TYB cause you know she listen to me

They know it's so important to send me beats cause with me them shits get deceased

Handed bro to sis that's an assist I can't desist or cease

Someone check my wrist, this shit gliss, shit like a laser beam

Job tryna check my piss, gotta quick fix cause the za I smoke extreme

Someone take my flics, look at my drip, nobody do it like he

Nobody do it like we give me my plate now

Cause they know it's TTE

They know it's big BC I'm chillin wit Jitt and we both locked in with kee

Bro go check your bitch cause she with us and she get Boston creamed

Thot bitch just like Circe I'm with the guys this like the odyssey

No look pass just like Steve Nash she get picked no lottery

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, yeah

Dunk on you like Steve Nash

My pockets blue like sea bass

We get that cash, you too mad

We do you bad, that's too bad

You cuffed a bop, we threw that

And you would know if you that

You wouldn't even put on no act

Today I woke up in some Notcu, mix it up with Backy

You gone spend your whole like tryna pass me, hope you get some rackies

On the move, I can't let no one track me

Can't let no hoe trap me

What's the move, I'm bout to hit Ruth Chris, yeah they happy to have me