ShittyBoyz - Pick & Roll lyrics

(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh

Up a forty ball
Fuck around and take a selfie with it
Should've moved if you ain't
Want to swallow, know she felt me twitching
Ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah
This a heavy shipment
Bitch ain't hear me tell her take her
Shoes off 'cause the blender spinning
Phone banging, she with three friends
I'm 'bout to four-way it
Riding in them foreigns with them ratchets
Had lil' bro clank 'em
No angel, I'm a dickhead
Won't tell no ho "thank you"
Can't fuck with no one on my team
I'll have my coach play you

How ironic, hit hеr in a whip
I did a hit and run
Told her bring her friends, I got my niggas
Wе can have some fun
VVSs shining in the dark
I do not need the sun
If the money call before I see
You then you getting spun
If you wanna try me
I can bet you it won't end like that
If I see some season
I can bet you I'ma send it back
When they watching porn
The only time these niggas see a rack
When I'm with yo bitch
The only time I'm really with a rat

Slipping out of Neiman's, I done
Walked out with some splash, huh
If you see me out, just know
You see me with the MAG, huh
Heard they looking for me, bitch
I'm somewhere in my bag, huh
I'll never stop the fraud
I made twenty off my last run
Yeah, waving blick around, blew sticky now
I find it silly how I was
Human but I'm billy now
Tearing giffies down
Was broke but can up fifty now
Really in my bag
Could never let you bitches get me out

Could run the pick and roll but
I'd rather give and go
Could tell the truth but never make
No promise to no ho could get a job but I be
Making dollars off of Pros
Could run a mile but, bitch
I'd rather run it up in-store
Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair
Punched a BNB to hit yo baby
We ain't staying there
Huh, yeah, za up in the air bitch nosy
I can't even really count up in here

I been thinking, Turtle Pie puff, bitch
I'm reminiscing
I been thinking I got heart
Jumped in the deep, start swimming
I been thinking, "Where the stores at?"
I know these cards is hitting
I been thinking 'bout leaving the whip right
Here like fuck a parking ticket
Stop thinking, baby
It's a lot of za in my body
Glock by me, Stan got one too
You better not try me
And it's a strap in my Dior bag
I'm not rock climbing
Bitch used to laugh, I'm up now
She can't ha ha me

I be thinking
"How it feel to know yo mans a bitch?"
I be thinking
"How the fuck I'm finna get us rich?"
Yeah, I be thinking, overthinking
Thinking 'bout the past
Wonder what she thinking when she
Notice that I'm coming fast
Think I want a tech? Nah
Nothing like the rest
Think her head the best? Nah
Nothing like my ex, yeah
Bitch, we been up next, nah
I ain't seen yo text, nah
I don't want a Challey, yeah
Think I want a 'Vette

Since we thinking
I'ma think about the fraudulence
Turn a NBA to NHL, how we ball with sticks
A hunnid shots in this lil' fucker
I can't call it quit's (Bitch nosy
I can't even really count up in here)
Sack if I call a blitz
Phone punching, pole clutching, road upping
Road running
I should buy my opps some Off White
They ain't know nothing
Think he need to come and get his bitch
Got her toe touching
If that lil' head on her good
Need some more of it

Could run the pick and roll but
I'd rather give and go
Could tell the truth but never make
No promise to no ho could get a job but I be
Making dollars off of Pros
Could run a mile but, bitch
I'd rather run it up in-store
Yeah, huh, we ain't playing fair
Punched a BNB to hit yo baby
We ain't staying there
Yeah, za up in the air bitch nosy
I can't even really count up in here