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I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup I pull up and step back and I get my Jay up, yea Point blank I shoot at a nigga or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh Shoot at a nigga, no backboard I break a full court press up at half-court That's no cap like an afro I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski Hope you set tripping, then I gotta send shots, get your whole set shot Quiet on the set bitch, shoot at a nigga, no bank shot Check the game clock, nigga time is too precious I shoot at a nigga, no rebound Shoot the whole team down, rookies and veterans She give me Facetime, no texting She give me face through the zipper, bow Open face, Tunechi got shooters like Golden State Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no handle Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no travel Shoot at a nigga, no Euro step Still have my dribble, ain't using my pivot yet Aim at his rim and I hit the net Shoot at the cheerleaders blood on the pom-poms Shoot your coach up, shoot the sidelines Court side seats, get blood on the popcorn Letras de cancionesShoot you like Jordan, like Bronbron Shoot at a nigga like Harden from the outside Nigga can't guard, can't block mine Shoot at a nigga, going hard from the foul line He don't wanna call, it's a hotline Shoot at a nigga, no double dribble Shoot at a nigga no crossover Drive way looking like a toy store I'ma ball I never turn the ball over Ima shoot on a nigga on mula Pull up with two hundred guns, it's a shootout Shoot at a nigga, no hooping, no hupla Tunechi, lil nigga, no ceilings, no rooftop I'm bout to spray that nigga, no drizzle Get down and lay down lil nigga, no pillow I light up a J on a nigga, no Leno I'm slime everyday on a nigga, no schedule All these lame niggas claiming they killas Just holding up guns, taking pictures in the mirror Pop me a seal, I pour a line and reseal it Then I laugh at these niggas, don't they look like my children Giggle, giggle giggle She lick it right after I bust that shit tickle She swallow a shot glass of nut like tequila She like to talk when she fuck, I couldn't hear her She like to walk on my rug, it's chinchilla She wan' fuck on my rug, I say "bitch that's chinchilla" She like to masturbate while on her period Then suck on her finger, I swear she the weirdest My trigger finger, that's all with my blood Used to party with bloods, now Hollywood drugs Got bitches on drugs in the car waiting for us Waiting on there to fuck then all day we fucking And all night we bucking, all white the cups in it Cocaine is soft, all white deluxe And his head might come off and you might see his guts And it might make you barf and the memory blush Run it, run it I can't keep up 'cause it might be on blow And the memory rush, yeah, I might be on slow 'Cause I might be on codeine and promethazine This ain't minor league bruh, I need ice in my punchy Put ice on my nuts, that be icy as fuck I'll be icy icy, very pricey I be so lit up they call me Chris Lighty You could get lit up just for some enlightment Fuck the indictments I fuck the crystal and I fuck the diamond I fuck some swimmers and I fuck some divers Never been fishy, but I fuck the Pisces I fuck the simple and I fuck the silent I fuck the gentle and I fuck the kindly I fuck the physical, I fuck the violent Then I fuck the mental and I fuck the body I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup I pull up and step back and I get my Jay up, yea Point blank I shoot at a nigga or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh Shoot at a nigga, no backboard I break a full court press up at half-court That's no cap like an afro Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled And I want to give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3 But I want the people to know, Part 2 is coming soon Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, 'pon your head From Letras Mania