[Intro: Kurtis Blow]

Basketball is my favorite sport

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Just like I'm the King on the microphone

So is Dr. J and Moses Malone

I like Slam dunks, take me to the hoop

My favorite play is the alley oop

I like the pick-and-roll, I like the give-and-go

'Cause it's Basketball, uh, Mister Kurtis Blow

[Verse: TrDee]

The way I'm gettin' down the lane, feel like Ja Morant

You can get anything you want if you confident

That is not his racks like a breast implant

You won't never catch me on the 'Gram goin' on a rant

Snake can really shoot, he can be the third Splash bro

Told the lil' bitch she cannot play me, I'm not Hasbro

What the fuck you doin' if your bag low?

Bitch booty like a flatscreen, but she bad, though

I'd never switch on my team, feel like Kobe Bryant

When the real niggas speakin', better keep it silent

Send a couple bullets, get you Matt Ryan'd

If you keep grindin', it'll come, it ain't rocket science

Free Big Baby

He switched teams like KD, man, that shit crazy

No cap, same reason why shit don't phase me

Heard you want smoke, okay, here go a free eighthy

Tryna win with my team, feel like Dame Lill

Learned a long fuckin' time ago niggas not real

She gon' suck it for a couple hours 'cause she got skill

And she let me knock it out the park past left field

If the money callin', fast down the lane, De'Aaron Fox

Had his heart broke, now he blowin' bubbles, kickin' rocks

Got her out her clothes, turned up the heat and got her hot

What a sight to see, I cannot wait until I'm on the top

Dog on the 'Gram sendin' shots like we hoopin'

Don't give me the run-around, I ain't stupid

Niggas really soft as hell, Fig Newton

Had my back stabbed, turned around like I knew it

Took a trip, now I'm in Miami, Kyle Lowry

You don't know who I am, pull up your Safari

Wish I could talk to karma, I would say I'm sorry

Top gone, her titties out, we flyin' in a 'Rari

I can drop you some dimes, call me John Stockton

Keep goin' close 'cause you never know who plottin'

Shot six out the thirty-nines, now it's [?]

It won't be long 'til I'm rich as fuck and chartin'

Me and my brothers really ball like the holidays

Live in the 'burbs, but the East where I was born and raised

Lil' bro a virgin, caught a ho to get him laid

See niggas winnin' in the plural, I can't even hate

I can rap and can hoop, I'm Iman Shumpert

You ain't never really in the field, you a damn punter

Like a final score, niggas really wanna see me under

Grind 'til my bank account look like somebody number

Don't question me, I'm the answer, call me AI

She a freak when you get to know her but she act shy

No cap, when she threw the neck, it was so fire

TR 'cause I ain't the realest and will not lie