Practice ft. Miles Patrick Lyrics

Anybody tell you that I miss practice

If a coach say I miss practice, and y'all hear it, then that's that

I'm supposed to be the franchise player, and we in here talking about practice

I mean, listen, we talking about practice

Not a game, not a game, not a game

We talking about practice

Uh, baby, it's game time

I'm laced up, I'm ready, we in on the same time

I'm on go mode, this is prime time

I'm getting better with age, I'm like a fine wine

Fine line between love and rage

And I know that we still praying for the better of days

My veteran ways, they glued like letters to page

The sediment phase, it hit you like Beretta Espresso

Get out the way, you playing, bitch, get out the way

I'm coming at you with this heat, this shit's a medical grade

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh

Fire that back, bitch, throw that ass back, bitch

This dick make a sad bitch into a bad bitch

No fat shit, we stay fasting

When I nut, then I'm dashing

Let her suck twice, then I let her hit the dab pen

She can hit the dab rig, I don't know her mouth been

Hide all the cookies when I'm about to fuck a fat bitch

Pick on this beat that was created by Savage

Niggas rap on beats and be sounding real average

I fuck on models with real big tits and asses

Tell all the white niggas to run me my assets

Tell all the white niggas to run me my assets