"Sportscenter" lyrics

[Lil Bean:]
(Brutal Money)
Ayy, just dropped a fifty-ball, I might— yeah

Ayy, just dropped a fifty-ball, I might make the SportsCenter, huh
Car made in Italy, this bitch got horses in it, huh
Stick inside the Goyard, might have to torch a nigga, huh
Outfit came from SVRN, I just mixed the Forces with it
In my pocket, it's a knot, brand-new Benz, I keep it stock
I got diamonds in my watch, I can barely see the clock
I'm with Righteous, he just poured a whole four inside a pop
With some bad bitches, they just keep on askin' when I drop
I got crosses on my denim, got a rocket stuffed up in 'em
Niggas lie on instrumental, say they sharks, but pockets little
Shit get dangerous, boy, you gotta pick a side, don't play the middle
1 Umbrella, when it come to the mob, ain't nothin' bigger, yeah

[Lil Bean {Lil Yee}:]
Huh, I'm with Citason, he pourin' fours inside a pop, yeah (No kizzy)
Ain't no license, I was still pullin' foreigns off the lot, yeah (Huh, bitch-ass nigga)
Ayy, I'm from the area you stand over the stove and watch it lock, yeah ({Yeah, yeah}, ayy, auntie, I got what you need right here, yeah, {put your wrist in it, nigga})
Huh, every time it's Brutal on the beat, this shit bop, yeah {Yeah, ayy}

[Lil Yee:]
Every time you see the Goyeezy, it's a chop (Go)
I think I should slow it down a bit, but I'm not (Uh)
They was askin', "Yee, what you sign for?" Shit, a lot
When the bill-dot-com hit, I can hit the lot (Go)
Okay, I'm rich and famous (Yeah), foreign lane changin' (Yeah)
Gotta slow down on that drank, lookin' at my bank statements
Shit, I ain't gotta fake it 'cause I'm everything you not
Try to tax us for the drank, you need a 1099, haha
W-2, I love you, boo, I just poured a deuce (I love you boo, huh)
You know they call me Mr. Done Did It, I'm with the doodle-doos
And I don't ever call myself the GOAT, that's what my niggas do
He wasn't even hatin' at first, that's what that bitch'll do (For real)
Watch when we catch up with you, gon' show you what that stick'll do
Take it up with God until the grave because I'm livin' proof
It was just me and Dirty Sprite, we was whippin' juice
He like, "Cuz, I can make an eight-ounce out a deuce."
How? (How you do that shit, Durk?)

[Lil Bean {ZayBang}:]
Huh, I'm with Citason, he pourin' fours inside a pop, yeah (No kizzy)
Ain't no license, I was still pullin' foreigns off the lot, yeah (Huh, bitch-ass nigga)
Ayy, I'm from the area you stand over the stove and watch it lock, yeah (Ayy, auntie, I got what you need right here, yeah)
Huh, every time it's Brutal on the beat, this shit bop, yeah {Ayy}

[ZayBang:]
I got brr jumpin' out the tote bag, nigga, talk facts
I don't listen to these niggas' music, they be all cap
Baby 40 on me in the club, it's in her bra strap
Her favorite rapper into CNC, she finna throw it back
I'm with Citason, we droppin' fours in a spaceship
Shorty still strippin', I'ma fuck her in her day shift
I'm with 1 Umbrella, no security, bitch, we tote blicks
You got fake drank, when you drop it, that shit don't mix (Don't mix)

Ayy, look, nigga
It's a fully in the club, a nigga play, he gettin' popped too (Popped too)
Nigga, look, ayy
If they book the 1 Umbrella, every time, we bring a chop through (Chop through)
She see a nigga goin' up, she know she fucked up
I just got behind somethin' thick, she got a butt-butt (Butt-butt)
Bottle girls pullin' up with shots, I need a double cup
Lil' bro swangin' two straps, he playin' Double Dutch

[Lil Bean:]
Huh, I'm with Citason, he pourin' fours inside a pop, yeah (No kizzy)
Ain't no license, I was still pullin' foreigns off the lot, yeah (Huh, bitch-ass nigga)
Ayy, I'm from the area you stand over the stove and watch it lock, yeah (Ayy, auntie, I got what you need right here, yeah)
Huh, every time it's Brutal on the beat, this shit bop, yeah