SHOT CLOCK Lyrics

I done flipped the script, got more sip than flip If she ain't fuckin' then we gon' split

the bill Shit, and the tip, but I'm ballin' for real

And they just talk about it like they Shannon and Skip

Damn, I be out the way, but when I pop out, know it's automatic

She know ain't nothing but fuckin' on my mind, she must be telepathic

Niggas talkin' shit, but when they see me, it's a Caesar salad

Tip that hoe a thousand, then I left, call that a grand finale

Give me 24, nigga, I'ma hit at the shot clock Ain't play in a ball game, but like a defender

I get a block shot Thinkin' they call shots would make your main

Hitter hit the call block Answer the FaceTime with your bae on the line

then the call drop Fuck it, it's off top, press every line

get them gone in one wop Just ben frank on your head, they gon

Hit out the ballpark Bitch, I'm more crunk than a car start, but

you gotta press my button Fuck you talkin' bout, ain't no hiding my

hand, and if I am, Im clutching

Y'all niggas ain't no killers, y'all niggas some hoes

Bitch, you's a bitch, you's a bitch