Motorsport
This is not your sport
Ballin' all day
I'm probably playing on your court
Motorsport
This not your sport
Playin' all day
I'm probably balling on your court
I'm 6'10 when I stand on my tiptoe
You'll need a zip-line just to swing at my hip though
While you're at it get a ladder just to land on my tip though
Didn't mean to piss you off but I mean I'm the shit though
Crazy lucid dreaming I'm awakened in a hypno
Faceless moving freely like the flake from off of a chip though
Trading loses meaning when I'm breaking in the crypto
Pain influenced reasons just for playing out this script though
I come in gliding like I'm walking on crisco
Moonwalking like Michael but I'm dressed like Cisco
Shawty what's your name & where did all your friends go?
You're tired of the lames but I can make a few amends though
I see you had a few shots but I'm still above the rim though
I can say my real name or you can call me mr.slim though
Are you gonna keep it sealed or are you gonna let him know?
I'm saved in her cell as her crazy ass kinfolk
Henny on the rocks, & I'll only share a sip though
Griggidy in my socks & I'll let you get a hit though
Tocking on the clock but I'm still stuck upon the tick though
An hour passed by, but it only took a sec though
The Nile's gon dry but my money shot is wet though
No thinking I just shoot it to the back of the neck though
Drinking around a bunch of squares, I keep it in check though
I can run it all day but I ain't tryna flex though
Motorsport
This is not your sport
Ballin' all day
I'm probably playing on your court
Motorsport
This not your sport
Playin' all day
I'm probably balling on your court
What are you saying? No this is not easy
It's just smooth for someone who doesn't waste time on tv
Most of the time I'm reciting, probably jotting and reading
Other times I'm at work, probably balling or eating
The lighting could be worse but I feel a lil greasy
But mans not hot, I keep it chill not freezing
But mans never cold cuz keeps him a heater
Even late in December catch me in a white beater
Every time the wind blows I'm yelling damn like a beaver
Weary eyes & thin toes prolly built like a skeever
Get a rise from ya core like a golden retriever
Power steering my way, ima speed on the feeder
I reverse to point B because it was only A meter
Nas the time to act a fool and I ain't takin a breather
I tried to keep it cool but they wanted the ether
I'm analyzing routes like I shouldn't take neither
Ima fly over that or go under beneath it
And for the rappers tryna bite here's a snack cuz you're teething
This is for the haters that don't think I can stretch though
I can run it all day but I ain't tryna flex though
Stretch - Run It Lyrics
Stretch - Run It Lyrics
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Motorsport
This is not your sport
Ballin' all day
I'm probably playing on your court
Motorsport
This not your sport
Playin' all day
I'm probably balling on your court
I'm 6'10 when I stand on my tiptoe
You'll need a zip-line just to swing at my hip though
While you're at it get a ladder just to land on my tip though
Didn't mean to piss you off but I mean I'm the shit though
Crazy lucid dreaming I'm awakened in a hypno
Faceless moving freely like the flake from off of a chip though
Trading loses meaning when I'm breaking in the crypto
Pain influenced reasons just for playing out this script though
I come in gliding like I'm walking on crisco
Moonwalking like Michael but I'm dressed like Cisco
Shawty what's your name & where did all your friends go?
You're tired of the lames but I can make a few amends though
I see you had a few shots but I'm still above the rim though
I can say my real name or you can call me mr.slim though
Are you gonna keep it sealed or are you gonna let him know?
I'm saved in her cell as her crazy ass kinfolk
Henny on the rocks, & I'll only share a sip though
Griggidy in my socks & I'll let you get a hit though
Tocking on the clock but I'm still stuck upon the tick though
An hour passed by, but it only took a sec though
The Nile's gon dry but my money shot is wet though
No thinking I just shoot it to the back of the neck though
Drinking around a bunch of squares, I keep it in check though
I can run it all day but I ain't tryna flex though
Motorsport
This is not your sport
Ballin' all day
I'm probably playing on your court
Motorsport
This not your sport
Playin' all day
I'm probably balling on your court
What are you saying? No this is not easy
It's just smooth for someone who doesn't waste time on tv
Most of the time I'm reciting, probably jotting and reading
Other times I'm at work, probably balling or eating
The lighting could be worse but I feel a lil greasy
But mans not hot, I keep it chill not freezing
But mans never cold cuz keeps him a heater
Even late in December catch me in a white beater
Every time the wind blows I'm yelling damn like a beaver
Weary eyes & thin toes prolly built like a skeever
Get a rise from ya core like a golden retriever
Power steering my way, ima speed on the feeder
I reverse to point B because it was only A meter
Nas the time to act a fool and I ain't takin a breather
I tried to keep it cool but they wanted the ether
I'm analyzing routes like I shouldn't take neither
Ima fly over that or go under beneath it
And for the rappers tryna bite here's a snack cuz you're teething
This is for the haters that don't think I can stretch though
I can run it all day but I ain't tryna flex though
This is not your sport
Ballin' all day
I'm probably playing on your court
Motorsport
This not your sport
Playin' all day
I'm probably balling on your court
I'm 6'10 when I stand on my tiptoe
You'll need a zip-line just to swing at my hip though
While you're at it get a ladder just to land on my tip though
Didn't mean to piss you off but I mean I'm the shit though
Crazy lucid dreaming I'm awakened in a hypno
Faceless moving freely like the flake from off of a chip though
Trading loses meaning when I'm breaking in the crypto
Pain influenced reasons just for playing out this script though
I come in gliding like I'm walking on crisco
Moonwalking like Michael but I'm dressed like Cisco
Shawty what's your name & where did all your friends go?
You're tired of the lames but I can make a few amends though
I see you had a few shots but I'm still above the rim though
I can say my real name or you can call me mr.slim though
Are you gonna keep it sealed or are you gonna let him know?
I'm saved in her cell as her crazy ass kinfolk
Henny on the rocks, & I'll only share a sip though
Griggidy in my socks & I'll let you get a hit though
Tocking on the clock but I'm still stuck upon the tick though
An hour passed by, but it only took a sec though
The Nile's gon dry but my money shot is wet though
No thinking I just shoot it to the back of the neck though
Drinking around a bunch of squares, I keep it in check though
I can run it all day but I ain't tryna flex though
Motorsport
This is not your sport
Ballin' all day
I'm probably playing on your court
Motorsport
This not your sport
Playin' all day
I'm probably balling on your court
What are you saying? No this is not easy
It's just smooth for someone who doesn't waste time on tv
Most of the time I'm reciting, probably jotting and reading
Other times I'm at work, probably balling or eating
The lighting could be worse but I feel a lil greasy
But mans not hot, I keep it chill not freezing
But mans never cold cuz keeps him a heater
Even late in December catch me in a white beater
Every time the wind blows I'm yelling damn like a beaver
Weary eyes & thin toes prolly built like a skeever
Get a rise from ya core like a golden retriever
Power steering my way, ima speed on the feeder
I reverse to point B because it was only A meter
Nas the time to act a fool and I ain't takin a breather
I tried to keep it cool but they wanted the ether
I'm analyzing routes like I shouldn't take neither
Ima fly over that or go under beneath it
And for the rappers tryna bite here's a snack cuz you're teething
This is for the haters that don't think I can stretch though
I can run it all day but I ain't tryna flex though
Writer: Ramell Strickland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid