Lyrics

When you him, you don't gotta try to be them, oh, ay
When you him, you don't gotta try to be them, ay
Tell me what you know about my team
Woo
I don't got enough hands on my rings, woo
Ay, ay, who gon' be against me?
What you thought that you knew who has sent me?
You gonna get deep fried by this deep three
Then I dance on your grave like I'm CB
Ay, you ain't even worthy
Pull out your android and search me
I got here five hours early
Might as well rip off that jersey
Ah, ah, yeah, yeah
Smoking on your top five ripping up your list
Ah, ah, yeah
Put me on a, ooh, yeah, put me on a, ooh, quit playing
When you him, you don't gotta try to be them, oh, ay
When you him, you don't gotta try to be them, ay
Tell me what you know about my team
Woo
I don't got enough hands on my rings, woo
Ay, he got plans for me
Every time I pray to God I see him answer me
Make no sense to me
Took an L bounce back, now I got rings on me
If you ain't with the gang, you can't stay around
Here to take over the game, we don't play around
I'm a player and a coach, know my way around
Yeah, show me where the goats, I'ma lay 'em down
Ah, ah, yeah, yeah
Smoking on your top five ripping up your list
Ah, ah, yeah
Put me on a, ooh, yeah, put me on a, ooh, quit playing
When you him, you don't gotta try to be them, oh, ay
When you him, you don't gotta try to be them, ay
Tell me what you know about my team
Woo
I don't got enough hands on my rings
Got rings on me, got rings, got rings, got the rings on me
Got rings, got, got rings on me, go
Got rings on me, got rings, got rings, got the rings on me
Got rings, got, got rings on me, go
Written by: Eric Anthony Forcen, Miles Tyrone Minnick, Nathan Bodiker, Tre Wright
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