NBA Finals - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

It’s the dawg

We going all the way baby, we going all the way

Yeah

I’m balling on these niggas baby I’m heading to the finals

My young niggas pull up, striker fine shit with me while I’m grinding

Real dope boy baby I spend my money on cars & diamonds

Walk in ice man nigga popping shit bankroll tall as [?]

They like “Papi where ya been”, in the dope hole with the men

Pull up with booby that’s my man woody get stupid with the grams

I’m in the cut like Huckaba fine shit keep on tryna argue

Bae is we gon’ fuck or what?

Pull up with forge’s on the truck

I’m Jason Richardson when I dunk I know them niggas counted mе out but now I’m making them count me up

She say “Pa I rеally like you” BB truck on my arrival

Bitch I’m living like a mobster slow jams played out the vinyl

Sold drugs for the money spilled blood with the rifle

Bitch the way I run point I could take us to the finals

I could take us to the finals the way I slam dunk

I could take us to the finals

The way little brody shoot

I could take us to the finals

I beat, bowls with my hands I stretch loads of the grams

Bro get bored when he spinning and then we going again

No I don’t know ya man, I cannot hold ya hand

I could bring you to the water but I can’t make you drink

Nigga play den he get spanked Glock punching like it’s tank

I’m the one I break the bank I’m the one I’m top rank

That bitch ain’t nun but a that skank

I mix gallery and saint, hoes see me and they faint

I go hard in the paint

I could take us to the finals

Come on, come on

I could get us to the finals