"Hasta la Vista" lyrics

(If you not Ball Hog, then—)
(I always knew I could hog the ball)

Come check the swag out, yeah, come run the numbers
Will you stay or will you leave, five hundred days of summer
Shoot that bitch from deep, I drop buckets on you
I love her comedy, how I met your mother
Bad ha—, you bad habit for me, why we love each other
I had hella swag on me, my jeans Undercover
Every time I touch them racks, it make my heart flutter

I need some space from you right now, yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' cluttered
Ayy, hold on, how you goin' out like that?
How you lettin' them talk down? How you goin' for that?
Life can easily fall apart, but I'm gon' keep it intact
And I'ma have your back, and I'ma have your back
So much bands, had a rack attack
Told 'em, "Keep up if you can," now we out now, we out
Yeah, got that lil' boy boxed up
Pull up in a new whip, I lost ya, I lost ya
The way I'm kickin' in, you can tell I play soccer
Ran off on the plug, yeah, hasta la vista
Way I pour this four up, almost thought I was a barista
All my clothes cost a couple hundred, I ain't cheap, yeah
Call up a black truck, this ho come with greeters
Okay, I'm on Uzi shit, find, beat a leaker
Can't run from these bullets, bitch, I got heat seeker
12 tryna speed up, my Gucci, double G, yeah
Certainly, watchin' me, yeah
My twin shoot the three, yeah (Shoot the three, yeah)
My twin shoot the three, yeah, you know that shit green, yeah
He mean we got beef, uh, I don't even see ya
I see you got someone else, I won't get between, yeah
She like, "It ain't no one else, it's just me," yeah

Yeah
Fucked up
Yeah, fucked up (Blatt, blatt, blatt)

Come check the swag out, yeah, come run the numbers
Will you stay or will you leave, five hundred days of summer
Shoot that bitch from deep, I drop buckets on you
I love her comedy, how I met your mother
Bad ha—, you bad habit for me, why we love each other
I had hella swag on me, my jeans Undercover
Every time I touch them racks, it make my heart flutter

(I always knew I could hog the ball)