COURTSIDE - J-Diggs, Sauce Walka, DaBoii

Bitch I ain’t trying to catch no vibe, I’m on some player shit

Book me at your club, secure my bag.

No, I don’t pay the bitch

Street nigga, but I be in them bitches that the Lakers hit

Niggas always rapping bout that cloth, but never made a hit

Got so much respect, they clear the room when I got somthin to say

Why is niggas talking out they neck like they gon bust a grape?

We might be related.

Drop a dime, then we gon unrelate

I deal with all my problems.

Never been the type to runaway

Beat it up, thn beat up on my chest like I’m a fucking ap

Bitch I already know what you about, now give my bruh a taste

Claiming that he eating, but he starving;

ain’t have lunch today

And I treat the Glock like my bitch.

Yes, I’m in love with bae

And we’ll pop up where you stay.

Where you hiding at?

My lil bro will take your chain, then have you buy it back

I ain’t into playing games.

Ain’t got no time for that

And if I told you what I made, then yo mind would crash

Made so many millions off of hoes;

it don’t matter

Bitch made me three hundred thousand large;

get her ass fatter

Keep his money with a glass jar;

it got shattered

Kill him.

I done leaved his family pissed;

that’s bad bladder

Pimpin the saddle.

Dipping and dabble, sending the cattle

Niggas will tattle.

Your partner the judge, swinging the gavel

Crazy how these niggas doing time

Same nigga told on you, the one that picked you up to do the crime

Nigga said he keeping a buck, but he dropped the dime

Niggas say whatever on phones, like feds don’t tap the line

Young’ns like to ride with them guns, but scared the pop that iron

Shit ain’t like the rap videos when the metal start to fly in

Grandmas and mamas crying.

Nephews and sons dying

He’s like a pussycat while standing in a pack of lions

Way before I went to New York, I was a fucking giant

Had to buy two Maybachs just so my birds could slide

I drip in the cut, and bubble up just like peroxide

Can’t tell you how many white bitches I didn’t have topside

Slim drop mop slide.

Gucci flip flop slides

And I had a bitch’s husband pay me to take his wife COURTSIDE

Telling they boy rappers tuck when I come around

I don’t give a fuck who or what, I shut em down

Trying to get a hundred, spend a hundred, get a hundred pounds

Kill all snitches.

Broke bitches get the run around

Hell to the throne, I don’t condone with these rappers on

I got on the phone, leave him holed like a saxophone

Bitches on my line, wanna shine and get their money up

She just want some dick, a little time, and a tummy tuck

Niggas wanna be you when they see you on your grizzy

I just went and booked another venue, so I’m busy

I just hit a nigga back to back like I’m Drizzy

Heard some niggas looking for me?

Tell them niggas, come and get me!

I’m a bay nigga;

I’ll be in the city by the bridges

J nigga;

every time you see me, pretty bitches

Play nigga;

Imma show you not the one to do that

Who that?

The nigga who might pull up where your crew at

A freak with the twins.

Couple of 40s in the double clutch

Threw a couple shots at his feet;

made him double Dutch

Still in these streets.

Quarterback;

tell them to huddle up

30 for the 30. Who ordered that?

With a double up

I keep the little bitch on her shit;

that’s the boss in me

Look and you gonna see it in my drip;

that’s the sauce in me

Just was on the net viewing niggas with the trickery

And bodied any rapper in this game that ever mentioned me (DIGGS!)