Yeah, you know I ball
Half court, LaMelo Ball
Yeah I got it on
On the road, not cutting it up
My shit gon buffin’ up
Osama said “Boss Up”
Hit bro like “What’s up”
My shit is YSL
My tees stay white as hell
Big feet like giant, yeah
Embiid he need some help
Gone send yo’ team to hell
I’m just a teen, oh well
My fit it match, oh yeah
Feel like 06’ Gucci Mane, but I’m not Kentrell
Yeah, yo’ slime yeah he a lame, but I’m not gone tell
Hit my phone like “you good, bae?” 
“Is you okay, bae?”
“Is yo’ diamonds blang blang?”
Yeah, I need a new chain
Think I’m ready for the fame
Gonna start my own gang
I’m not hoppin’ on the game, especially not 2K
Shit go bang bang
My Choppa’ go bang bang
The Avatar like Aang Aang
Niggas be too cray

Yeah, you know I ball
Half court, LaMelo Ball
Yeah I got it on
On the road, not cutting it up
My shit gon buffin’ up
Osama said “Boss Up”
Hit bro like “What’s up”
My shit is YSL
My tees stay white as hell
Big feet like giant, yeah
Embiid he need some help
Gone send yo’ team to hell
I’m just a teen, oh well
My fit it match, oh yeah
Feel like 06’ Gucci Mane, but I’m not Kentrell
Yeah, yo’ slime yeah he a lame, but I’m not gone tell
Hit my phone like “you good, bae?” 
“Is you okay, bae?”
“Is yo’ diamonds blang blang?”
Yeah, I need a new chain
Think I’m ready for the fame
Gonna start my own gang
I’m not hoppin’ on the game, especially not 2K
Shit go bang bang
My Choppa’ go bang bang
The Avatar like Aang Aang
Niggas be too cray

I’m Not Kentrell (ttrunks)

Bully (fuckk0na)

Yeah, sending shots, blick up
Ain’t gonna quit, yuh
130 bag hit, yuh
Gotta mag in it, yuh
Not no Vans, Rick, yuh
I got sick, yuh
Crash in a ditch, get up
I got sticks, hell yuh
I got the sixth Barter
Don’t tell Carter
I’m brighter and I’m smarter
Just keep pushing harder
Don’t push me in lava
Shout out to my daughter
Jordans and my Prada
Wear em’ [to] show I’m farther 
Not talking about my father
Saying that I’m further 
Sans is overpowered 
She gon eat me and devour
LV on my waist
You won’t say it to my face 
Niggas got kids in they basement 
Ion’ got no basement 
Do it with my pace
I ain’t fucking with no crazy nigga
I’m gon’ eat a raisin, nigga
Shout out to my blasian nigga

Yeah, sending shots, blick up
Ain’t gonna quit, yuh
130 bag hit, yuh
Gotta mag in it, yuh
Not no Vans, Rick, yuh
I got sick, yuh
Crash in a ditch, get up
I got sticks, hell yuh
I got the sixth Barter
Don’t tell Carter
I’m brighter and I’m smarter
Just keep pushing harder
Don’t push me in lava
Shout out to my daughter
Jordans and my Prada
Wear em’ [to] show I’m farther 
Not talking about my father
Saying that I’m further 
Sans is overpowered 
She gon eat me and devour
LV on my waist
You won’t say it to my face 
Niggas got kids in they basement 
Ion’ got no basement 
Do it with my pace
I ain’t fucking with no crazy nigga
I’m gon’ eat a raisin, nigga
Shout out to my blasian nigga

Yegaa

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