Dylan Reese - NBA STREET Lyrics

NBA Street game breaker baby, i can’t miss

so it’d hard for me to know for certain what the hook is

like a young Jim Edmonds, i catch everything

crack of the bat, now i got em shooketh

we don’t do no 7th inning stretch, i don’t rest

i just say it with my chest, ya heard me?

if i let one go from deep, i don’t wanna hear a peep

matter fact, cut the beat, ya heard me?

VERSE 1

drop it aye

she gon drop it like it’s hot as if it’d 2004

they should drop this in the club but i don’t go there no more

i’m too cold with it, 32 degrees you could freeze

hit the app, i could bring you what you need, uber eats, ooo

shawty text me, “hi, how you got a song for every mood?”

i reply with “idk i’m honestly that dude”

big breeze for me swear it’s light i could do this in my sleep every night if i wanted to

i don’t got a single source i could cite, & that’s not outta spite i know my latitude & longitude

aye gettin money like the boys in the bands

but it’s me by myself in a room with a mic go figure

pull up ableton & make a jam, send it back to the fam, keep growin i don’t like low figures

one stop shop wit it, write it then i mix it, do the art & then we drop it like we snoop & p

can’t nobody tell me shit, so i’m not gon fall

just like Tacko Fall i got stupid reach

HOOK

NBA Street game breaker baby, i can’t miss

so it’d hard for me to know for certain what the hook is

like a young Jim Edmonds, i catch everything

crack of the bat, now i got em shooketh

we don’t do no 7th inning stretch, i don’t rest

i just say it with my chest, ya heard me?

if i let one go from deep, i don’t wanna hear a peep

matter fact, cut the beat, ya heard me?

VERSE 2

drop a record break the game like its NBA Street

switch it right to hall of fame still i can’t be beat

check the stats dawg, i can see the future with my mask off

big hangtime imma blast off

shorty scoop me & i’m rockin the J Will

perfect pass i promise i won’t drop it like Raef will

off the elbow that’s just how i feel

get to steppin baby, imma walking highlight reel

it’s the perfect combo it can not be multiplied

you would thought i hit the lotto how i’m ballin on these guys yeah

cross you over easy you done seen my slip & slide

baby this is nothin sneaky i don’t need to improvise

raw talent i just keep the autotune because i like it

if you sayin i ain’t got it, you ain’t seen me live yet

talkin all that talk is doing yourself a disservice

they say my future bright but i be blackin out on verses

been in the game so long that my controller bout to burn me

but i’m never worried, naw

HOOK

NBA Street game breaker baby, i can’t miss

so it’d hard for me to know for certain what the hook is

like a young Jim Edmonds, i catch everything

crack of the bat, now i got em shooketh

we don’t do no 7th inning stretch, i don’t rest

i just say it with my chest, ya heard me?

if i let one go from deep, i don’t wanna hear a peep

matter fact, cut the beat, ya heard me?