Clippers

[Intro]
Hm, I'm ballin' on court like I play for the Clippers
I'm on your sides with a gun in my hand
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh nah, it's hot like grabba)
(The tree is not the road)
I'm ballin' on court like I play for the
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Savage)
Yo, yo

[Chorus]
I'm ballin' on court like I play for the Clippers
I'm on your sides with a gun in my hand
And I'm itchin' to bang, don't see none of you niggas (Bap)
Watch how you walk up when I'm off the liquor
Bro, I forgot I'm a rapper, I almost took off his face, he just wanted a picture (Bap, bap, bip)
I really don't lie in the booth and they wanna know the truth, so I'm feelin' like Digga (For real)
I'm a big dog beefin' puppies, young boy days, I was feelin' like Suspect
Twenty four shots in their ends like Kobe, hit up their brodie, that's why they upset (Bosh, bosh)
Head shot, neck shot, chest shot, leg shot, that's how I'm throwin', so you better duck that (Bosh, bosh, bosh)
And I'm shootin' the 5s, see a opp, I don't care if I'm rappin' you know I still tuck that (Grrt, grrt-grrt)

[Verse]
Shut-shut the fuck up with all of that talkin'
Now I'm pissed off, gun in my hand in the back of the 5 tryna aim at a target
(Gun in my hand in the back of the-, hahaha)
I won't ask him if he gonna spark it 'cause I know that Melly the G go retarded
If I came in this bitch with my bandit, then I know it's a head tap, brodie a artist (Brodie a artist)
Yo, look what you niggas done started (Bitch)
Blood on the pavement, we hit his head back, he didn't die, but the nigga retarded
I'm sorry mama, she hate that I'm lava
I walk with my gun, and I'm just bein' honest
You get a drop and give it to me, I know I'm a artist I'm goin' regardless (Fuck [?])

[Chorus]
I'm ballin' on court like I play for the Clippers
I'm on your sides with a gun in my hand
And I'm itchin' to bang, don't see none of you niggas (Bap)
Watch how you walk up when I'm off the liquor
Bro, I forgot I'm a rapper, I almost took off his face, he just wanted a picture (Bap, bap, [?])
I really don't lie in the booth and they wanna know the truth, so I'm feelin' like Digga
I'm a big dog beefin' puppies, young boy days, I was feelin' like Suspect (Bitch, bitch)
Twenty four shots in their ends like Kobe, hit up their brodie, that's why they upset (Bosh, bosh)
Head shot, neck shot, chest shot, leg shot, that's how I'm throwin', so you better duck that (Bosh, bosh, bosh)
And I'm shootin' the 5s, see a opp, I don't care if I'm rappin', you know I still tuck that