GIDDEY (feat. Lozza & Boi Mystery)

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Led her on for two
Guarding the best player every night
Shawty, back up
Putting up great numbers on offense and so
Back up
You know, when players are out
Shawty, back up
Opportunity comes up for other guys
Yeah
It's obviously tough missing games
But it's the reality we're in right now
Back on read an hour
Led her on for two
Floatin' in the back
Feel like Giddey when I shoot
Stop you in your tracks
In your own city when I'm through
Showin' me your tracks
I had to put 'em right on mute
Told her "okay, see I don't care"
Go away, get out my hair
Yeah, there's no way Imma be right there
Don't tell me to breathe when I give y'all air
I'm up, that's obvious
You're not, that's prolly it
Yeah, you're boxed in like Roddy Ricch
Yeah, I'm boxin' like Ali, yeah yeah
Ain't it obvious
I just found out what the problem is
I just woke up to a knife in my back
They gonna ask where the body is
I bodied this
I'm boutta pull up and shoot like I'm Steph
Blowin' a whistle, I think they a ref
This be a jam and I'm not talkin' def
Pull up like Draymond 'cause I got a tech
I been feelin' lost, don't know where I go
Pourin' up a drink, muddy cup, got a fo'
I'm boutta pull up, I'm ready to go
She wanna slide and pull up to the show
He be a rookie and I be a pro
Pull up, I'm loaded, feel like G.I. Joe
Back on read an hour
Led her on for two
Floatin' in the back
Feel like Giddey when I shoot
Stop you in your tracks
In your own city when I'm through
Showin' me your tracks
I had to put 'em right on mute
Told her "okay, see I don't care"
Go away, get out my hair
Yeah, there's no way Imma be right there
Don't tell me to breathe when I give y'all air
I'm up, that's obvious
You're not, that's prolly it
Yeah, you're boxed in like Roddy Ricch
Yeah, I'm boxin' like Ali, yeah yeah
New to the game, you novices
Biting my swag, that's obvious
Lonzo Ball, my shot improved
No form but I still drop it in
Independent, don't offer it
Helmut-lang vest, no copper fit
Now I'm talkin with cockiness
Case caught, now I can't cop a zip
I was just so young, I was so dumb
Thought that I needed no one
Straight from the burbs
I'm rollin' with Blizzooo
Know he came from the four-one
And I was so lost
Savin' these broken thots
Till I found me a real one
Said I was popped
Wouldn't rock with my songs
Now I bet that you feel dumb
Mid-range, got a sick game
But I'm never settlin' for two
Myst mane, make the big plays
When I step Giuseppe on my shoes
Rich gang, but I'm Lil Wayne
Really better than all of you fools
Mistake, if you miss me
Now I'm skatin' away in the coupe
Back on read an hour
Led her on for two
Floatin' in the back
Feel like Giddey when I shoot
Stop you in your tracks
In your own city when I'm through
Showin' me your tracks
I had to put 'em right on mute
Told her "okay, see I don't care"
Go away, get out my hair
Yeah, there's no way Imma be right there
Don't tell me to breathe when I give y'all air
I'm up, that's obvious
You're not, that's prolly it
Yeah, you're boxed in like Roddy Ricch
Yeah, I'm boxin' like Ali, yeah yeah

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