Erving

As the shadow crosses mine, what it takes to come alive

It's the way I'm feeling, I just can't deny

(Omg Wlyd)

Hold on, hold on, let me cook real quick

Ayy, yeah, ayy

One thing for sure, and three things for certain

You bitches, y'all be hatin, while y'all little hoes, y'all be lurkin

Run me up a bag, I ain't buyin' her no Birkin

Dump me out a sack, feel like just like, Julian Erving

C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-caught a opp up in the M, Hawk em' down we swervin

Flip up in a truck, KT get to' fucking purging

His momma gone cry, they put Luh Dude up on a jersey

Why I keep givin' out shots, like he fuckin' servin

On-on the opps, we winnin, we up like four-zero

Pull that stick out, get low, just like Limbo

Bullets make him jump up out the pot like Crisco

Getting to that pape Janeiro, and then I flippo

You-you bitches be pussy, I ain't callin' you no big bro

Got the racks up in that bag, lil' bitch, I can't go, broke

Four pockets full, add another fuck, five-zero

Fifteen percent up on your head, like Geico

We ain't never do no fights, send him up' just like a kite

Tell him to buckle up, cause we ready to take flight

Yeah, we spinning' through the night, ain't stoppin' at no light

Yeah, yo, Mamie, she been grievin, go tell her it's alright

Z,z,z,Zack thought I fell off, but I'm back at it again

I just gotta get that pape, you get slapped up with that 10

I-I just gotta hit the dash, I just copped a brand new gen

Man, this shit it get to blasting' on your ass with your lil' friend