[Intro]

(What you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?)

[Chorus]

I could tell he fucked up, he ain't got motion

And every time I pull a bag out, it's loaf in it

It's gametime, every day it ain't no scrimage

He can't knock me on my dribble 'cause I'm on pivot

I could tell he fucked up, he ain't got motion

And every time I pull a bag out, it's loaf in it

It's gametime, every day it ain't no scrimage

He can't knock me on my dribble 'cause I'm on pivot

[Verse 1]

He can't knock me on my dribble 'cause I be on my shit

Them crushed diamonds ain't nothin' so I'm rockin' piss

A quarter ticket out thе field, now I got 'em pissed

Nigga sit thе fuck down at 10K, it's not shit

All I do is hop up in the booth and I pop grease

That bum nigga you had a baby with is not me

A hundred bands this month, I'm a slime ball

These niggas weaker than a bitch than some drywall

I'm finna blow, got me feelin' like a time bomb

His Rollie fake, I could hear his shit tick-tock

I'm in the field, I ain't worried about TikTok

I'm tryna jugg and finesse for a wristwatch

Richard Mille, AP or the Patek Phillipe

These broke niggas cheap as hell, just look at they kits

I've been drippin' all the time, just look at the kicks

I took his bitch, now he mad, just look at the fit

[Chorus]

I could tell he fucked up, he ain't got motion

And every time I pull a bag out, it's loaf in it

It's gametime, every day it ain't no scrimage

He can't knock me on my dribble 'cause I'm on pivot

I could tell he fucked up, he ain't got motion

And every time I pull a bag out, it's loaf in it

It's gametime, every day it ain't no scrimage

He can't knock me on my dribble 'cause I'm on pivot

[Verse 2]

You could tell I've been a nigga since the first grade

She gon' give a nigga chip 'cause I give her the game

He pillow talkin' on the boy 'cause the nigga's a lame

I be poppin' hot shit like a jalapeño

And I only drink lean, not no Casamigos

And my circle really small like a fuckin' peep hole

I can't hang around them niggas, they only free load

Plug talkin' with my Mexican, that's my fuckin' Migo

I be gettin' to the chip like some fuckin' Cheetoes

And I got that dog shit, not that petty shit

It's plain jane, 42, this a heavy wrist

These niggas talkin' bum shit but that's irrelevant

I be talkin' big shit like I'm an elephant

I drive a bitch and knock a bitch because I'm heavensent

And I'm droppin' all the time because I'm relevant

A big bag out the field, now I'm hella rich

[Chorus]

I could tell he fucked up, he ain't got motion

And every time I pull a bag out, it's loaf in it

It's gametime, every day it ain't no scrimage

He can't knock me on my dribble 'cause I'm on pivot

I could tell he fucked up, he ain't got motion

And every time I pull a bag out, it's loaf in it

It's gametime, every day it ain't no scrimage

He can't knock me on my dribble 'cause I'm on pivot