SportsCenter SL Lyrics

Bitch, I've been ballin', you can call me Stephen Curry

Cops on my ass, cause I'm swervin' & servin'

Grind so damn hard, you think that my fingers hurtin'

Run up on that opp block, yeah, they lookin' nervous

Sippin' on this lean, you think all my words slurrin'

Tez popin' percs, I think he did that shit on purpose

Sneak dissin on IG, he won't say it in person

Fuck nigga, want beef, let's eat, I ain't hungry

Think that I'ma quit this shit, nah, I'm back at it

If you smoke crackrock, then you's a addict

I was never sober, cause this crud got me relaxed

32 Glocks in L.A., call me Magic

2-4, Kobe Bryant, ridin' in that mamba

I was on the south side, hangin' around with the mobsters

Punch a fuck nigga in his face, Dennis Rodman

I just be sayin' shit because I be freestylin

This is SportsCenter, I'ma go getter

Pussy bitch tryna rob me, yeah, you know better

Uh-huh, I got a snow bunny, she's a soul snatcher

I was at the strip club, she was pole dancin

Fuck that, let's go back to these basis

I was tryna make some but these fuck niggas hate me

How you got the green money, Quan dog, you racist

I feel like I'm Gucci, man, I got all these faces

I just got a pistol, I can't with the spray it

That bitch got that head on her, I can't with the spray her

Makin' money off music, your ass work at Macy's

Wilt Chamb, bitch, 100 Ben Franklin

R.I.P. Bankroll Fresh, I'm still trappin

I was five years old, I'm tryna be a rapper

Man, I just woke up, I'm still fuckin' tired

Fuck this music shit, dog, I gotta retire

Aye, bring the extinguisher, man, I'm on fire

I was slackin' at work, man, I shoulda been fired

Sneak dissin', nigga, leave ya rollin' like a tire

If that bitch house broke, you know I got that pipe

I can spot a fuck nigga with this damn sniper

I'ma do this shit regardless, nigga, you should try it

Call me a damn barber, cause I got a liner

I don't fuck with snake niggas, I don't fuck with lies

I been killin' beef since a motherfuckin' child

Y'all should hear my first mixtape called The Giles

Got motherfuckas sellin' soul to American Idol

Nigga, you's a buster, you can call me Ryder

Call me Spider-Man, cause I got them stunt doubles, man

I can see the vision, but I'm not in that tunnel, man

Ain't no Marathon, but I'll make you do the runnin', man

I lost my voice last time, I gotta stop yellin', man

This that part two of that motherfuckin' Sports Center

This that Sports Center, This that Sports Center

This that part two of that motherfuckin' Sports Center

Ayy, ayy, it's that Sports Center

Bitch nigga act like he want beef

I know he's a rat, he tryna get some damn cheese

Boy, that nigga block, I gotta make him bleed

You can't compete with that nigga, D-O-double-G

I can't fuck with rat hoes, I gotta stay clean

Runnin' from the po-po's, they can't chase me

Middle fingers to the law, they can't phase me

Bitch, I ain't no undercover, but call me K.C

This bitch be crazy about me, no Jojo and K.C

When I left, she be thinkin' about me lately

And I got this big ass choppa, make em freeze, nigga, yeah