PAT SUMMITT

I wanna ball
I got a plan so I'm on the floor
And I'm not in the stands when my number called
I think it out
I drop by the bank, they dump out the vault
I grab my advance and drive by the mall
And I'm not tryna pick, so I bought it all
I'm thinkin' bout how
I want them vigs, bags, commas
Cop the new crib, that's mommas,
Then cop her the crib next to it
I'm thinkin' bout how
To cop me the jet black hummer
Then hop in the Vette next summer
And ball on a bih, Pat Summitt
I think it out loud

Laugh to the PNC, soundin' like pomp & circumstance
Remember learnin' about three-fifths of a man
Now I'm walkin' into Fifth Third with a band
2K MyPlayer '19, remember sayin'
As I walked into Chase Center bout to drop 50,
One day Chase finna drop 50 just to get me
Praise be to Jah, I damn well might griddy
When I get to that point
Spent a dime just to hear my shit alongside another
50 Eleven joints when they get to my joints
And send 'em to the radio execs
I'm in little five points with the homie named Flip Banks
He don't flip banks, but as soon as this drop
He gon tell you tap in with the truest
Rapper on the face of the planet to do this
Top of they plays so I can't be the two
That's no cap, nigga
Fuck you mean

I wanna ball
I got a plan so I'm on the floor
And I'm not in the stands when my number called
I think it out
I drop by the bank, they dump out the vault
I grab my advance and drive by the mall
And I'm not tryna pick, so I bought it all
I'm thinkin' bout how
I want them vigs, bags, commas
Cop the new crib, that's mommas,
Then cop her the crib next to it
I'm thinkin' bout how
To cop me the jet black hummer
Then hop in the Vette next summer
And ball on a bih, Pat Summitt
I think it out loud

Puttin' that check in the chase
Washing' and rinsin' and repeatin'
But reading these niggas for filth
When it come to these beats
And you can come out and get you a readin'
Unbuckle the belt come out and get you a beatin'
Your blood bout to get spilled with they beans
And I don't give fuck bout 'em and bitch you the reason
I'm up now and this shit too easy
Believe me

I want them vigs, bags, commas
Cop the new crib, that's mommas,
Then cop her the crib next to it
I'm thinkin' bout
Cop me the jet black hummer
Then hop in the Vette next summer
And ball on a bih, Pat Summitt
I think it out loud