3
Lyrics
You know I ain't never ever been a fan of sport
But you know I ball like I'm Curry, and I'm short
But I'm still the best fucking player in the court
Points stay triple yeah, I never come up short
And I hit the 3
And I drop a fire track like every single week
And my foot stay on their neck, I never let them breathe
And I'm like insomnia, I never let them sleep
Same way how I'm working til' I fucking DIE
Long story short the niggas ain't about to leave yeah
Get the bag cause all this music shit already sealed yeah
I can't talk to nobody, but y'all all in my steez yeah
All this shit up in your face gone make it hard to breathe yeah
That's some hard work though
They said I gotta make it work cause I got hard earned flows
You got it all set bro, my nigga Ink said so
You know it's real when niggas tryna get that big bread yo, okay
I'm alright yeah
I don't do nothing if I don't do it right yeah
Psycho, psycho
Fight a gun off with a knife yeah
I can let nobody tell me how to live my life yeah yeah yeah
You know I ain't never ever been a fan of sport
But you know I ball like I'm Curry, and I'm short
But I'm still the best fucking player in the court
Points stay triple yeah, I never come up short
And I hit the 3
And I drop a fire track like every single week
And my foot stay on their neck, I never let them breathe
And I'm like insomnia, I never let them sleep
Same way how I'm working til' I fucking DIE
You know I ain't never ever been a fan of sport
But you know I ball like I'm Curry, and I'm short
But I'm still the best fucking player in the court
Points stay triple yeah, I never come up short
And I hit the 3
And I drop a fire track like every single week
And my foot stay on their neck, I never let them breathe
And I'm like insomnia, I never let them sleep
Same way how I'm working til' I fucking DIE
Long story short the niggas ain't about to leave yeah
Get the bag cause all this music shit already sealed yeah
I can't talk to nobody, but y'all all in my steez yeah
All this shit up in your face gone make it hard to breathe yeah
That's some hard work though
They said I gotta make it work cause I got hard earned flows
You got it all set bro, my nigga Ink said so
You know it's real when niggas tryna get that big bread yo, okay
I'm alright yeah
I don't do nothing if I don't do it right yeah
Psycho, psycho
Fight a gun off with a knife yeah
I can let nobody tell me how to live my life yeah yeah yeah
You know I ain't never ever been a fan of sport
But you know I ball like I'm Curry, and I'm short
But I'm still the best fucking player in the court
Points stay triple yeah, I never come up short
And I hit the 3
And I drop a fire track like every single week
And my foot stay on their neck, I never let them breathe
And I'm like insomnia, I never let them sleep
Same way how I'm working til' I fucking DIE
Writer(s): Bulumko Nama, Karabo Tlala
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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