"James Worthy" lyrics
(And I was just playin', I was just playin' man, you feel me?)
Alright, huh
Brodie take 10's, take 20's, take 30's
He'll take a 42 if he could like James Worthy
The 30 hanging out the 23, it's James Curry
Why you tryna cover up them stains? Boy, that Bape dirty
Let me see an opp, he gettin' pressed like a fake Perky
Let me see, I had to zoom in, lil' boy, that chain blurry
Woke up at 8:25, got ate by 8:30
They gon' try to kick us out the game, you know we play dirty
Everybody uppin' racks, I think they using Sora
All they wanna do is cap, it got 'em losin' aura
If I tag the brand on the 'Gram, might get my shoes deported
I love how them west coast bowls smoke, I flew to Portland
You know I love my second home, I be done flew to Georgia
My uncle went and got a hat, but not a new fedora
The way I just went MIA, you think I flew to Florida
The way I booed up, you would've thought I knew Adora
Buck on it, this shit through the floor
Don't hear us stomping on the porch, we coming through the door
I dropped one pendant then I couldn't stop, that's what you call a chain reaction
You gotta cut me slack when I be geeking, shit, my brain be lagging
Why you toting on a deuce-deuce? Couldn't kill a baby rabbit
Why you whining like a little girl? You pulling lady tactics
You better tuck that Offshore, 'cause be AP snatching
Lil' bro got a shotty, got 2012 KD's average
Ain't got to pay a thing, my cousin's killers with they crazy asses
It's always be the softest motherfucka's face be tatted
Like why you get a fake teardrop?
If they want you to win, why they ain't here now?
You ever seen a junkie eat some booger sugar with his nose
You would've thought it said somethin' mean how I hit the road, it's a go
You will kick the field goal and hit the post
On Halloween you might catch me flyin' 'round in a Ghost
If Militia in the race, gotta know we getting gold
Nike ski on my face the moment that it's getting cold
Hoe tryna dig for gold, I hope the bitch get some coal
Boy you know you dead wrong and you 'posed to stick to codes
Can't believe you went to Kohl's just to try and steal some clothes
I ain't even on the flyer, pull up and steal the show
You rolled a .25, it ain't no way you feeling blowed
Do it got a seal or no? Is the shit a deal or no?
You in the pool on the steps, I'm in the deep end with it
This the new season tech, I know you see the 3M hittin'
Y'all gotta chill, I'm finna drop, huh
Y'all gotta chill, I'm finna drop, now my DM's glitchin' (Like I'm finna drop, chill)
Blowing gear shifters, pouring in a Quago
Oh, you wanna get a job? Throw him on a payroll
Who Decides War jeans, I throw them on like Kratos
Is it Aloe; ALO? It don't matter, my bitch booty Play-Doh
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) That's my evil laugh
Fucking up everything he touch, he in the Weasly fam'
Doggy bone stuck in 2020, why he think we scam?
If I don't got the FRT on me, I unleash these hands
Boujee ho come home from work, hop in the bubble bath
Dude a glazer, pickle eating, call him Bubble Bass
A backpack ain't gon' do, I'm in my duffel bag, huh
You can catch me where the luggage at
Would've thought his name Stanley, we just stomped him flat
You might as well face it, only brought a blunt to match
How the fuck you still ain't found a hustle, like how dumb is that? (Wipe ya' ass boyz)
Broddie take 10's, take 20's, take 30's
He'll take a 40 too if he could like James Worthy
The 30 hanging out the 23, it's James Curry
Why you tryna cover up them stains, boy, that Bape dirty
Alright, huh
Brodie take 10's, take 20's, take 30's
He'll take a 42 if he could like James Worthy
The 30 hanging out the 23, it's James Curry
Why you tryna cover up them stains? Boy, that Bape dirty
Let me see an opp, he gettin' pressed like a fake Perky
Let me see, I had to zoom in, lil' boy, that chain blurry
Woke up at 8:25, got ate by 8:30
They gon' try to kick us out the game, you know we play dirty
Everybody uppin' racks, I think they using Sora
All they wanna do is cap, it got 'em losin' aura
If I tag the brand on the 'Gram, might get my shoes deported
I love how them west coast bowls smoke, I flew to Portland
You know I love my second home, I be done flew to Georgia
My uncle went and got a hat, but not a new fedora
The way I just went MIA, you think I flew to Florida
The way I booed up, you would've thought I knew Adora
Buck on it, this shit through the floor
Don't hear us stomping on the porch, we coming through the door
I dropped one pendant then I couldn't stop, that's what you call a chain reaction
You gotta cut me slack when I be geeking, shit, my brain be lagging
Why you toting on a deuce-deuce? Couldn't kill a baby rabbit
Why you whining like a little girl? You pulling lady tactics
You better tuck that Offshore, 'cause be AP snatching
Lil' bro got a shotty, got 2012 KD's average
Ain't got to pay a thing, my cousin's killers with they crazy asses
It's always be the softest motherfucka's face be tatted
Like why you get a fake teardrop?
If they want you to win, why they ain't here now?
You ever seen a junkie eat some booger sugar with his nose
You would've thought it said somethin' mean how I hit the road, it's a go
You will kick the field goal and hit the post
On Halloween you might catch me flyin' 'round in a Ghost
If Militia in the race, gotta know we getting gold
Nike ski on my face the moment that it's getting cold
Hoe tryna dig for gold, I hope the bitch get some coal
Boy you know you dead wrong and you 'posed to stick to codes
Can't believe you went to Kohl's just to try and steal some clothes
I ain't even on the flyer, pull up and steal the show
You rolled a .25, it ain't no way you feeling blowed
Do it got a seal or no? Is the shit a deal or no?
You in the pool on the steps, I'm in the deep end with it
This the new season tech, I know you see the 3M hittin'
Y'all gotta chill, I'm finna drop, huh
Y'all gotta chill, I'm finna drop, now my DM's glitchin' (Like I'm finna drop, chill)
Blowing gear shifters, pouring in a Quago
Oh, you wanna get a job? Throw him on a payroll
Who Decides War jeans, I throw them on like Kratos
Is it Aloe; ALO? It don't matter, my bitch booty Play-Doh
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) That's my evil laugh
Fucking up everything he touch, he in the Weasly fam'
Doggy bone stuck in 2020, why he think we scam?
If I don't got the FRT on me, I unleash these hands
Boujee ho come home from work, hop in the bubble bath
Dude a glazer, pickle eating, call him Bubble Bass
A backpack ain't gon' do, I'm in my duffel bag, huh
You can catch me where the luggage at
Would've thought his name Stanley, we just stomped him flat
You might as well face it, only brought a blunt to match
How the fuck you still ain't found a hustle, like how dumb is that? (Wipe ya' ass boyz)
Broddie take 10's, take 20's, take 30's
He'll take a 40 too if he could like James Worthy
The 30 hanging out the 23, it's James Curry
Why you tryna cover up them stains, boy, that Bape dirty
