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Chriswontmiss - Roundball Lyrics



Chriswontmiss - Roundball Lyrics
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Get back, get back, you don't know me like that
Not the type to type to tell my homie hold me back
I'm the type to call you cap, all in caps lock should've did battle rap
Dead shot, red top like a MAGA hat
Issa movie when I drop I'm like a red box
She know what the figure for, put me in a leg lock
Flinstone bed rock, scratch that
I just hit your friend that head was fire can you match that?
Forty with the stock, made a killing off the NASDAQ
Niggas always grillin' where the f*ck is Mr. Krabs at?
Bout to bust a trap, bought a pack wit my ASCAP
F*ckin' up some racks, call me Jordan with the tag snatch
O you mad?
Now you wanna beef, you ain't even got no sauce
I don't feel, I just kill, everything I come across
Know that I could get you rubbed, while I'm gettin' a massage
I been cold runnin' longer than the fridge in the garage
I'ma rockstar, my whole clique is niggas wit guitars
You was tryna ride a wave, now you swimmin' wit the sharks huh?
Damn I'm really goin' hard huh?
Now if they roll up, then we want all the smoke
I'm on that green now, call that an artichoke
So now you gotta choke, don't make a scene now
Like every bar is soap, that means I'm clean now
I up your car note, a red beam now
Cappuccino hot steam now
Why you even call a demon out?
Slimey nigga, I was schemin' while I eat her out
Call a shooter up, he pull a heater out
Then hit a blood bank, and take a liter out
I'ma throw this paper you a hater tell the teacher now
Pull up on your planet like take me to your leader now
Like take me to your leader now
Pour a eight into a liter now
Medicine, pourin penicillin now
Bout to kill 'em now
We are not the same, not the same
Why you ask me bout the same shit every five minutes?
Get up out my lane, you don't get it
I just talk it cause I live it, I got all the analytics
Money on my brain, gotta get it
I ain't goin back and forth on the net like it's tennis
Pull up wit the fire on the table like apprentice
Call my baby, she come raise the baby like a village
Please don't make me do it
Find out when you lose it bought a diamond that's a nine ball
All my real niggas sound off
Watchin' TV wit the sound off
Benjis on the ground make it bounce like it's roundball
F*ck how I come across like it's roundball
You bout to take a loss like it's roundball
Bounce, bounce like it's
We are not the same, not the same
Why you ask me bout the same shit every five minutes?
Get up out my lane, you don't get it
I just talk it cause I live it, I got all the analytics
Money on my brain, gotta get it
I ain't goin back and forth on the net like it's tennis
Pull up wit the fire on the table like apprentice
Call my baby, she come raise the baby like a village
Please don't make me do it
Find out when you lose it bought a diamond that's a nine ball
Make it bounce like it's roundball
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Get back, get back, you don't know me like that
Not the type to type to tell my homie hold me back
I'm the type to call you cap, all in caps lock should've did battle rap
Dead shot, red top like a MAGA hat
Issa movie when I drop I'm like a red box
She know what the figure for, put me in a leg lock
Flinstone bed rock, scratch that
I just hit your friend that head was fire can you match that?
Forty with the stock, made a killing off the NASDAQ
Niggas always grillin' where the f*ck is Mr. Krabs at?
Bout to bust a trap, bought a pack wit my ASCAP
F*ckin' up some racks, call me Jordan with the tag snatch
O you mad?
Now you wanna beef, you ain't even got no sauce
I don't feel, I just kill, everything I come across
Know that I could get you rubbed, while I'm gettin' a massage
I been cold runnin' longer than the fridge in the garage
I'ma rockstar, my whole clique is niggas wit guitars
You was tryna ride a wave, now you swimmin' wit the sharks huh?
Damn I'm really goin' hard huh?
Now if they roll up, then we want all the smoke
I'm on that green now, call that an artichoke
So now you gotta choke, don't make a scene now
Like every bar is soap, that means I'm clean now
I up your car note, a red beam now
Cappuccino hot steam now
Why you even call a demon out?
Slimey nigga, I was schemin' while I eat her out
Call a shooter up, he pull a heater out
Then hit a blood bank, and take a liter out
I'ma throw this paper you a hater tell the teacher now
Pull up on your planet like take me to your leader now
Like take me to your leader now
Pour a eight into a liter now
Medicine, pourin penicillin now
Bout to kill 'em now
We are not the same, not the same
Why you ask me bout the same shit every five minutes?
Get up out my lane, you don't get it
I just talk it cause I live it, I got all the analytics
Money on my brain, gotta get it
I ain't goin back and forth on the net like it's tennis
Pull up wit the fire on the table like apprentice
Call my baby, she come raise the baby like a village
Please don't make me do it
Find out when you lose it bought a diamond that's a nine ball
All my real niggas sound off
Watchin' TV wit the sound off
Benjis on the ground make it bounce like it's roundball
F*ck how I come across like it's roundball
You bout to take a loss like it's roundball
Bounce, bounce like it's
We are not the same, not the same
Why you ask me bout the same shit every five minutes?
Get up out my lane, you don't get it
I just talk it cause I live it, I got all the analytics
Money on my brain, gotta get it
I ain't goin back and forth on the net like it's tennis
Pull up wit the fire on the table like apprentice
Call my baby, she come raise the baby like a village
Please don't make me do it
Find out when you lose it bought a diamond that's a nine ball
Make it bounce like it's roundball
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Writer: Adam Moore
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