Imagine (John Lennon) Lyrics

Bro spot a opp in the party

I'm finna swing off ropes like a young Matt Hardy

Bad lil bitch in the club but that bitch she a thottie

The way that I ball on these niggas I'm feeling like Marty

We get the work then we give it to bro in the morning

Bitch only call my phone when that I'm horny

Im bout to link Kylie Jenner and give her a kid so she could play with stormy

My shooters on count and they ready to up that three and I ain't talking bout scoring

Fendi im dripping

Dior im dripping

Ball like the Pistons

When im on the beat nigga you better listen

I shoot my shot but you know I ain't missing

Oh that's your bitch tell me why we was kissing

Beat up the pack call me young Sonny Liston

I already said that I ball like the glove now I ball like the mitten

ARP it's a stick on the glock you ain't see it it's hidden

One opp in the air imma puff puff, goddamn shit hitting

And some people say that they play with the pussy I play with the kitten

Sike nah I'm just kidding

But maybe not

We spin the block let off eighty shots

Beautiful girl lil lady hot

12 Tryn blitz don't make it hot

I'm cooking up like tator tots

Long live G and J dot

I ball hard King Bacot

Bro spot a opp in the party

I'm finna swing off ropes like a young Matt Hardy

Bad lil bitch in the club but that bitch she a thottie

The way that I ball on these niggas I'm feeling like Marty

We get the work then we give it to bro in the morning

Bitch only call my phone when that I'm horny

Im bout to link Kylie Jenner and give her a kid so she could play with stormy

My shooters on count and they ready to up the three and I ain't talking bout scoring