Leeky G Bando, DThang - NBA (League) lyrics

(What's good, Nonzo?, Traphouse Mob)
(Luca on the track) uh, look
Uh, look uh, look

They know the party don't start till we come
(At all)
Structures pullin' up, changin' up the mood
If niggas keep starin'
I'll shake up the room
I'll go from smilin' to lettin' it boom
'Cause I got anger issues, uh
And I don't think it's cool (At all)
But don't take a nigga for a fool
Nigga, who is you? I don't pick and choose
And that's word to my son
Step out the house, gotta keep me a gun, uh
Like
Them niggas see me and them niggas run, like
And you know it's one in the head
Niggas think it's compettion
Had the opposition shot up or they dead

I had the dream to go to the league, NBA
And we ain't have a car so MTA
They know it's GLA, GTA, EBK
I'ma quick to bang like Vince on thе Raptors
Ru copped a chain, in his lane
He ain't rappin'
Lеt's talk bag, all of my music is streamin'
ZaZa smokin' steamin', like

Wit' my bitch, we at Neiman's
More than ten in this sitchy for defense
They know I'm uppin' it first if he reachin'
Like i gotta teach him
They know it's EBK, GTA
Uppin' on everythin', uh
They know it's GLA, GTA, EBK, grrah, grrah
Boom

I had the dream to go to the league, NBA
And we ain't have a car so MTA
They know it's GLA, GTA, EBK
I'ma quick to bang like Vince on the Raptors
Ru copped a chain, in his lane
He ain't rappin'
Let's talk bag, all of my music is streamin'
ZaZa smokin' steamin', like

Like, catch us a opp, we treat him like a kid
Like, stomp on his head
We beat him with a brick
When I get on BT, I don't miss
But I focus on music, get high and get rich
Tell the haters to get off my– shh
Can't love on you, ho
Fell in love with my grip
Tell the haters to get off my– shh
Can't love on you, ho, fell in–
Catch a hit, then I'm takin' that trip
(For sure) she like, "DThang, you crazy
You know that you lit?"
Number one, better stay with a stick
'Cause they know how I am when
I get on that shit
So I see all the opps want attention
But I ain't for all that bullshit
So sit down and listen
We just gon' slide, like, keep-keep clickin'
Don't stop till a nigga go missin'

I had the dream to go to the league, NBA
And we ain't have a car so MTA
They know it's GLA, GTA, EBK
I'ma quick to bang like Vince on the Raptors
Ru copped a chain, in his lane
He ain't rappin'
Let's talk bag, all of my music is streamin'
ZaZa smokin' steamin', like