Lyrics:
the meantime, you turned your memories pointers,
drunk by dishevered stories, leaned on beach
juke-boxes: you have crossed out my listenings
that whispered
Double pump fake in your face.
Whole team be looking great.
Red carpet strut we got it down.
Three pointers shooting all around.
Got the suit from
you giving me points
But you ain't giving me pointers
Niggas just pointing their fingers
Then duck when they see us
Like we really competing
Nigga
field
My nigga's cook beef George Foreman grill
Whenever we meet better guard your grill yeah
Pacquiao on my wrist four pointer my bezel
Red diamonds not
try keep up
I betcha go broke
I lost it all
And
I came back wit more
Now I shine
Harder than ever before
Thinking bout
Throwing pointers
the distro
Pussy nigga prolly hit hoes how them niggas even get hoes
I’m just tryna get a red rolls blue faces I was dead broke
30 pointers in my earlobe
can't play but I'm still with the gang
And they bussing at ya brain
I aint fucking with no lame real shooters like dame
Fifty pointers yeah they hitting
introduced me to Nellz, Nellz introduced me Joyner
All of em giving me pointers
I studied the game
so when you call me a lame
I gotta say you insane
Check out
just killing it
Basketball three pointer off the court my wrist in it
Big L keep it up everything above the rim
They say thats what you really aint so I
camping is a holiday
Why does not being able to say the N-word make us wanna say it more
Why can't we shoot three-pointers
Why do we think that we ain't
ex asked about me
Tell that bitch I'm doing awesome
40 pointers vvs diamonds my shit glossing
Please Don't stare to close or you might just lose your
tryna get a check
I like pointers on my neck
She say imma triple threat yeah
This drip get her soaking wet
This talking make her get obsessed
Push
my dinero
I been snappin' like I’m thanos
They trynna stop me
I'm a psycho nigga don’t try me
I got a message real up that thing between pointer
I'm Jordan like I'm on the court
And lil bitch I ain't talkin' bout tennis
Avianne the drip on the tennis
All white pointers on top of the pendant
Nigga need to quit playin'-
Before the Glock hit a nigga Super Saiyan God damn
(Cash Cash)
Mako Bin Laden, I blow up the spot
Pointers hittin' know I
feet like I was anointed Pope
Fuck your advice, I don't need no pointers, bro
Kicking funky shit up in the snake pit
We make hits, still the shit they
family
I am not hostile thankfully
Got me all fucked up, 5 pointer leaf
Might be doperman cos i keep it 150
Ghost boy who? Varanasi king
Green and pink is
pulls up
Pulls up to the three pointer
OH MY GOD!
OH MY GOD
VIBE XXII is back in the game
It's a tie game and we're going to the second quarter
on it, yeah
Bitches always horny, yeah
All these bitches for me yeah
Knock meat out yo taco
I'll rob you for your pointers, yeah
Check his pockets
the finger-pointer blame game
Everything's a disappointment, shame ain't it?
It's 3 a.m. and hoes all on my body (Yea)
My money long, I want it then I got it (Yea)
then we switch
I went out and got a bag put pointers on my wrist
And I can't take her serious 'cause I don't love no bitch
Yeah my bed's a grave cause I
killers
Relentless at finishing
40 Pointers on my uncle, he fancy
Never 2nd, never taking a backseat
Rise with the jelly all over your telly
57 On my middle
this final shot
Everything is on the line, he pulls up to the three pointer
Oh my God and he is...
robbing me
The spilling of this blood it is clotting me
But nothin' ain't stopping me
Sat and just sat
Loaded some pointers and mags on my Matt
Just see
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