StanWill - Vangundy lyrics

(Ayy, Clover, what up?)
Huh, what up, Clover?
Am I StanWill or Van Gundy? (Ayy)
Juggs hitting through the roof
I've been ham hunting (Huh, ayy)
Bitch, ayy ayy

Am I StanWill or Van Gundy?
Juggs hitting through the roof
I've been ham hunting
Itching hard for a play, I'm a scam junkie
I might double back with this
Piece 'cause it's slam dunking
I seen your pocket, lil' dawg, a dust bunny
Big sticks over here, good luck, dummy
Walk down low through the rain
Now the sun coming
In my bag now, reach deep in that one duffle
Hoodie on, walking out the bank, I'm Scamello
I ain't in the ring but I punch like Canelo
"Ball" should be my last name, LaMelo
We want all smoke
Get him rolled like a rello
You ain't up in no shit, Sherlock
That mean you don’t see chicken, Bird Box
Bro on a kill streak, this his third opp
Tore through Wally's, OT, this the third stop
Ran a check up, huh, call me "Doctor Stan"
And I ball on these hoes, Juwanna Mann
Nigga ran up, damn near popped a fan
Feel like David Blaine with these tricks
Re-rocking hams
Jacks out the ass, I ain't Johnny Knoxville
Bitch left a void in my heart
It did not heal all that fluke shit and fake
Love? I do not feel
If we had beef when we was kids
You a opp still think the chop should come
With a flight notice
I'll spin his ass a mile high, Nikola Jokic
Come on, doggy bone, your whole life hopeless
Pass bro the stick 'cause he
Shoot like he wide open
Only bitch I love is my fucking dawg
Let him cross that line once
I don't fuck with dawg
Humane Society, huh, how I'm touching dawg
These lil' hoes for everybody
I ain't cuffing y'all
Wouldn't cuff the bitch if she broke the law
No cap, last opp I saw, think I broke his jaw
You ain't even tough for real, bro
You broke and soft
Scholar with that scam shit
Damn near a know-it-all
Heavy metal on me, nah, I ain't Alice Cooper
Funny how I ball, nah
I ain't practice hooping
Born a winner, I was always bad at losing
Think mama dukes birth a GOAT
She ain't have a human
Squaring up? Dawg, he a psychopath big 40
Fuck I look like tryna to fight yo ass?
Acting bad with the phones
Call me "Michael Jacks"
Swiping disappear for my final act
Jeff Hardy chopstick, this a faith twister
Boy, I'm a chip jamming, shit talking
Pape' getter pulling phones out the bitch
You'd rather cake with her
All in this lil' freak walls
Like I stay with her
Niggas hate the ShittyBoyz
Now they talking shit
So I found a fuck to give
And threw it off a cliff
Opps like my ex hoes, won't get off my dick
Probably 'cause I'm up and they not
I'm the walking shit
BIN slamming, chip jamming, big cannons
Y'all boys big capping, quit acting
SB, we get active, bitch