12 Seasons

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron]
Reuel, stop playing with these niggas
Goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one, I ain't gon' lie
Yeah

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
All I need is twelve seasons, I'ma one up Bill Russell
Forty-eighth minute on the floor, I'ma still hustle
Scrawny-ass engine, boy, that V6 ain't real muscle
I could lose half of what I bought and I'ma still double
You can't bounce back when you fall, you a cue ball
If you down one, fuck a three, shoot the two-ball
All footwork got me scoring like it's foosball
Thinking you gon' keep up with us? We finna lose y'all
We finna take off
Cut the brakes off, all gas, shake the Jakes off
Unc' got that white shit that knockout like Jake Paul

[Verse 2: StanWill]
If the stick hit, it's game over, that's a eight-ball
Huh, I be thinking like, who made y'all?
Gang'll get you shot if you jump, we don't play ball
Watch the Black Rock sizzle when I take the steak off
Off his set with my 'migos then we take off
Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za, you just reggie bushing
Every single time I catch the opps, why they Reggie Bushing?
Could never give my heart away, the scams, they already took it
One eye open when I sleep, bitch, I'm Fetty looking
Two hundred punches, twenty BINs in my database
Thinking that he cuffing that cloth, I know yo baby ain't
Tron rolling up some tss tss, he finna play in space

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
I'ma probably end up on Mars, I keep facing eighths
Thinking you a 'rilla, wet you up, you a bathing ape
One thing I knew since the womb was the paper chase
12 playing D, in the coupe finna ankle break
Would've thought Stan Glock modded, how he aim so straight
Yeah, he got Deadeye in his Hall of Fame
In the Demon with the red eye, catch me dogging lanes
Down one, I'ma shoot the shot while I'm calling game

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Dick sucking-ass broke niggas my opps all the same
Funny how the Pie got gang and them moving turtle speed
Only use this bitch for her neck, I done hurt her knees
Cracked a hundred thousand fucking Visas, I ain't serve no fiends
Barking up the block in Hellcats, we done burnt the street
Y'all niggas the last ones to the gym and be the first to leave
She heard ShittyBoyz and jumped dick 'cause my verse was sweet
Tryna fight cause dawg his life, he got a hearse for free

[Verse 5: BabyTron & StanWill]
Them ain't Purple jeans, dawg, you ain't gotta perp to me
Really in the field, you niggas never hit the turf with me
Cutting up with no gas? You got the nerve to skrrt on E
Only wave running 700s, you can't surf with me
Exotic cream pop but the Wock', it just turned it pink
Ice on, in case he reach, send him to emergency
I don't need a Bic, use a card just to burn my weed
Fly as hell with my Goose on, that's the bird in me
Killing chip readers, doing fraud in the first degree
Oh shit, it occurred to me
They know I'm up dog shit so hoes wanna flirt with me
Really getting up, I promise you ain't got no vert like me
Scoring off of all this footwork, I done hurt my feet

[Outro: BabyTron & StanWill]
Yeah
All I need is twelve seasons, I'ma one up Bill Russell
Forty-eighth minute on the floor, I'ma still hustle
Scrawny-ass engine, boy, that V6 ain't real muscle
I could lose half of what I bought and I'ma still double
Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za, you just reggie bushing
Every single time I catch the opps, why they Reggie Bushing?
Could never give my heart away, the scams, they already took it
One eye open when I sleep, bitch, I'm Fetty looking