Hoop Mixtape - Intellectual

[Intro]

God, fuck, damn

(Undefined)

Undefined on this one

You already know we're in this bitch, man

Okay

Yeah

After passin' me some mid, I had to smack him with some forks

Remember momma beat my ass because I wasn't doin' chores

Balenciaga Runners, I ain't wearin' no more Jordan 4's

I just went and got a plate at Taste This, it was torched

So I'm eatin' four course

Smokin' every night, I'm cleanin' roaches off the porch

If you shootin' like you Danny Green, get up off the court

I be steady 'bout my chicken, I ain't fuckin' with no pork, bitch

Big dub, I feel like a dork

Rolling thunder in the blunt, I be smokin' Lu Dort

He thought the feature price was cheap, mission abort

A female fan gon' give me neck, let's make it short

Let's make it quick and swift, my package on the way

Catchin' plays up in the Ford, like I'm Kenny Golladay

Linkin' with a foreign bitch, we celebratin' different holidays

She told me that she bi, oh damn, she go both ways

Sent him to the sky, he gon' go to a holy place

Feds look for evidence, so we ain't leavin' no trace

I ain't Law & Order, but this shit is a closed case

'Member days in middle school, tryna go reach home base

Like I took this chainsaw, she been givin' good face

I remember bad days when I ain't have no pay

99 Overall, need a hoop mixtape

Rockin' Helmut Lang while I'm burnin' all my Bathing Ape