Playmaker

(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

Bitch, yeah (Yeah)

It's BabyTron, bitch (It's BabyTron, bitch)

Yeah (Yeah)

Pull up on your bitch and hit her with the, "Is you ready, ho?"

Ruth Chris, came a long way from SpaghettiOs

Unkie went and got his Prezzi froze off a heavy load

If they try to block me at the rim, turn my Jelly on

Feeling like Poseidon, watch the fit drip

Shooter pull up with a mullet like he Rik Smits

Shooter pull up just to pull it then he switch clips

They don't wanna see me touchdown, tryna squib kick

It's a dirty game, call a dirty play

Me and Stan Splash Bros, we got Klay and Curry range

Before I hit the road, tell my girl, "Don't be worried, bae"

Mr. Run-It-Up, I can show you how in thirty days

Really I can show you right now if you pape ready

Money getting big so you know that the hate heavy

Eye down the four times scope and my aim steady

Foreign kicks like Barcelona, sick I came Messi

Couldn't make this up if I wanted to, this real life

Wouldn't tuck this shit anywhere, boy, this real ice

That's a one in that two liter, boy, that's still Sprite

Reach for this chain? You just know you gon' get killed, right?

Like, the clerk know I'm scamming, don't ya?

Said he got cheese, well that's what you call "capperoni"

Can't relate, I got a big stupid blue stack up on me

2015, was on a mission, True jacket on me

Real spill, think about it, boy, stop it with the cap

When I work magic, ain't no rabbit popping out a hat

Shout-out Unkie, probably somewhere with a pot up in a trap

In a Demon rocking Palm Angels, opposites attract

Leave me 'lone, currently I'm hopping in a bag

When I was sitting on the bench, I was plotting on the stats

Feeling too safe at Somerset, shopping with the MAG

Yeah, he was at the top but now the bottom where he at

I ain't even gotta say no names

Fucking with the crowd, young bull, just play yo games

He still wearing team J's, that just ain't okay

Shout-out Herbo 'nem, whites on, it's a Fazo day

Blues in the bag, hands cheesy, boy, that's Cool Ranch

Oh, you finally made a ten? Okay, cool, champ

.223 bald fade 'em like it's boot camp

Would've thought my pops the mailman 'cause I'm too stamped

With the mafia blowing 'Woods, chilling, throwing darts

Chrome on the tee but I swear I got a frozen heart

Luka Trončić, guarantee this bitch on the charts

High as hell, might die coming down like I'm Owen Hart

RIP, ain't no disrespect

50K on me, finna trip like I missed a step

Put a @ on that comment, why that shit so indirect?

M on my mind, was on my pants, boy, I miss the Mitt

Juu walking in with big black chunky Triple S

You talking 'bout scoring buckets? You ain't even dribble yet

I might drop a hundred first quarter then go sit the rest

Bitch, yo boyfriend a ho, that's my lil' neph'

Ten in the morning, made ten, you still getting dressed

Unc' do his opps like his pills, he gon' get 'em pressed

All the blogs just now hit, bitch, I been the best

Bitch said I'm broke? Lil' ho off of crystal meth

Who the fuck could fuck with me, like, really?

Hutch chain, tricolor, life chilly

I'm a GOAT in the field like billy

Tron Iguodala, got a fucking .9 with me

What does one GC, bitch, swipe fifty

See an opp and robbed his ass like those might fit me

Leave her on the interstate if she drive iffy

Next year I'm telling Johnny Dang to ice kit me

Bitch, yeah, ayy (Ayy)

Ayy (Ayy)

Ayy, ShittyBoyz (Ayy, ShittyBoyz)