Lyrics

[Intro]
Swish, they gotta make this shot, gotta make this, I
Swish, they gotta make this shot, gotta hit this
I won't miss
Another one in, another one in
[Verse 1]
These days, these days
I walk different these days
I talk different these days
These days, these days
I ain't no longer stuck in my ways
I'm flippin' scripts and turnin' the page
These days, these days
I say a little and I guess it's just a lot
I found a story when I finally lost the plot
I give my all, I'll give it everything I got
I gotta make this shot
[Chorus]
I gotta make this, uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta get this, uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta hit this, uh, won't miss
Another one in, another one in, another one in
Uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta get this, uh, uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta hit this, uh, won't miss
Another one in, another one in, another one in
[Verse 2]
They like, "Nas, you with this, shawty?" And they say I look like Jaw
All the hoes wanna screw me, I'm like, "Baby, you can try"
I've been busy being busy, I've been thrivin', I'm on fire
I've been jiggin' off these jiggers, I've been vibin' on some vibes
I just hit the bank and cash out, hit the Wraith and back out
Hit the studio and make another one, they blessed out
Love to hit the gym, I'm lookin' good, I got my abs out
Walk into the party, everybody poke they ass out
I've been on ten like all week, makin' hits, this all heat
My **** just out here, but y'all **** just, y'all weak
Nah ****, I won't play fair, I'm a ball hog, I'm a ball thief
Lookin' up at the scoreboard, you would think I'm fucking on the referee, and I am
[Chorus]
Swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta get this, uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta hit this, uh, won't miss
Another one in, another one in, another one in
Uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta get this, uh, uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta hit this, uh, won't miss
Another one in, another one in, another one in
[Verse 3]
I'm back in my bag again
I'm makin' these fuck **** mad again, okay
Back in Atlanta, I'm back to family, I'm back on that rap again, okay
Nasarati, in your party on the molly and I'm hotter than a bitch, okay?
If you want a baller, you can call me Lil' Tim Hardaway, lil' bitch, okay?
And I ain't leavin', yeah, yeah, chains swingin', yeah
I ain't clingin' on that shit, I'm changin', let's be for real
Drive forward, to the net, I laid in, uh
Get out the paint, lil' ho, you can't contain me
[Chorus]
All I do is swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta get this, uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta hit this, uh, won't miss
Another one in, another one in, another one in
Uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta get this, uh, uh, swish
They gotta make this shot, gotta hit this, uh, won't miss
Another one in, another one in, another one in
Written by: Jarrod "Twisco" Morgan, Mark Williams, Montero Lamar Hill, Raul Cubina
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