TrDee - Hoop Dreams

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse]
Ballin' like I still got some hoop dreams
Had to leave my yeah alone, got a new thing (Okay)
Shot my shot at your bitch 'cause it look green (Come here)
Why the fuck you even got a blick if you ain't shooting?
Why the fuck you even got a nigga if you out here hoein'? (Why?)
Touch down in your city like Terrell Owens (Touch down)
Whip a rental but I dog it like a nigga on it (Skrrt)
Why the fuck you talkin' like you 'bout it but ain't even on it?
Bitch foreign, so I pulled up in the same thing
Why the fuck you tryna ball on me? We on the same tеam
You ain't hip, you cannot win if you ain't got one
Please don't try to trеat me like a ho 'cause I am not one (I swear)
Mops in the house, you get treated like a bitch
I was takin' hoes way before I had a kit
Feel like [?], nine thousand on a fit
Come and get your bitch, I cannot get her off my dick
Feel just like a guard, 'cause I'm steady makin' plays
Shooter shoot just like he could've been in FaZe
Gotta take a L, that's what a real nigga's made
Pull up with them clips, now come outside and get a fade
Unky got a Sprite, but that bitch lookin' ebony
If ballin' was a crime, I'd catch a felony (No cap)
Foreign drip, I can't pronounce it like a spelling bee
Left him with no top, just like John F. Kennedy
Crocs plain jane, same color as the buffs
Let a nigga try me, we gon' pop his ass like a Crush (Shit)
You can't even say you shittin', you ain't one of us
Sick as hell dog fell off, he's just another bus
Cuttin' up like some scissors, [?]
I ain't never trippin' on a L, that's how the game go
Purple pants, purple tee look like saint's row
Fuck, all these chains on my neck, I feel like Django
Shit, 'Wood hittin' like Sharkeisha
Really lit now, I can fuck my old teacher
Trapped in my bag, I'm just tryna get deeper
Really on the court, I was just chillin' in the bleachers
Wait your turn, gotta have some patience
Walk a nigga down, gang just like Jason
Take a look in the mirror, you can't even face it
I can't think about the money, gotta go and chase it
Three grams in one 'Wood, I'm on Jupiter
Kids crossed the rat 'cause the bottoms look like Lucifer
If she tell me she ain't suckin' dick, then I'm bootin' her
And if she try to set the play, then I'm shootin' her
Somewhere chillin' in the sand, where the fuck is Jake?
Sorry I don't listen to your songs 'cause I can't relate
Tryna take that nigga out, but not on a date
You can't argue with me 'cause I'm spendin' more than you make
[Outro]
Lil' lame ass

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