Outer Space Pickleball

Long live Jew Shiesty, long live Charmane

They gon' have to call 911 after this pickleball game

ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit Militia

Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris

Blood on the money but the pay Crip, K put a hole in your shoes, call it K-Swiss

Peel a top back, on some JFK shit, dead on arrival, we don't do no ETAs, jit

Catch a body way before GTA 6, Glock in my belt, we ain't on no BTA shit

In a bad headspace, gettin' head in a spaceship, ay, Dreidelman, watch me shapeshift

Damn, I'm gettin' rich for sure, the whip game mean in this bitch, but I'ma shift the boat

I say, "The GOAT lick my penis," how she givin' throat

Me and Tron playin' pickleball when we in the yo

Chain do the Cat Daddy while my wrist hit the folks

Zero rules in the field we in, we enlisting coke

Had to keep your TT off the trap, she gon' sniff the load

Cudi flippin' bows, sippin' O's, and he hittin' dough

I don't bump yay 'cause the fent, they put it in the coke

Hit the one-way, jumped the fence, and put it in the 'yot

Ricky Rubio, me and BLP pick and roll, how the fuck my Florida plug playin' in the snow?

Get up close like a porn shot, now his ass Gonzo

Hit the opp, blood out my nose like I'm Kid Pronto

Perkys callin', bright future, I don't know Pluto

I went from canned sardines, now I'm eatin' Crudos

Ay, why you tryna be like us? Just be you, bro

When I'm wrestlin' with my G's, you should think sumo

Good ping, shot off one 4-3-2-0

How we fit 30 weapons in the three two-doors?

When you a champion, it's only right you rock gold

Bullets with the blue tips, you better stop, drop, roll

Started off Sierra Mist, but you would think the Coke

OT in the BnB, can't go out like I'm Pop Smoke

You can call me Tron Gotti, turn 'em into John Doe

No mask, Cudi would do Fenty in that pot, throwed

Hell nah, that ain't no pot roast

If I throw that hoodie on, you fucked like you dropped soap

The bell just rang, you better drop notes

Lil' brodie hit the self scan like Luke Rockhold

Lookin' like a Tin Man, even the socks chrome

Literally a heart pumpin', time I ain't got, ho

Opp hos? Uh-uh, we 'bout to rock shows

Booted up, I'm off a ten screet, but I don't pop those

Now I'm at the Bird Street with a flock of hos

Antelope Drac' with the drum, we play the bongo (Walddt)

I used to find opps before they dropped 'locs

Swung my racket into outer space, no Venus Williams

He got hit up in his leg tryna pop hos

Choppa ate 'em up, not a damn chance, Neen Williams

Ay, Tron, we'll finish him

Across the US, Broward County up to Michigan

I ain't have a listener, now they just listenin'

I ain't have a single VVS, but now they glistenin'

Them boys figulating, I don't speak fig Latin

He a HoneyBaked Ham, I caught 'em with the pigs chattin'

The day I met Tron, I knew I'd never quit rappin'

In my prime, in my mode, bitch, I'm in my zone

Damn, I'm gettin' rich for sure, the whip game mean in this bitch, but I'ma shift the boat

I say, "The GOAT lick my penis," how she givin' throat

Me and Tron playin' pickleball when we in the yo

Chain do the Cat Daddy while my wrist hit the folks

Zero rules in the field we in, we enlisting coke

Had to keep your TT off the trap, she gon' sniff the load

Cudi flippin' bows, sippin' O's, and he hittin' dough

I don't bump yay 'cause the fent, they put it in the coke

Hit the one-way, jumped the fence, and put it in the 'yot

Ricky Rubio, me and BLP pickin' row, how the fuck my Florida plug playin' in the snow?

Get up close like a porn shot, now his ass Gonzo

Hit the opp, blood out my nose like I'm Kid Pronto

Perkys callin', bright future, I don't know Pluto

I went from canned sardines, now I'm eatin' Crudos