T.K.C. Recordz - Basketball lyrics

[Verse 1] Ok,Fadeaway like D-Wade,You know I ball at the YMCA, One day I'm gonna reach fame,NBA,or spittin' verses I keep up on my game,Nike,Jordan,and Converses Towards the baskets where I aim Ain't that a damn shame That I'mma light ya team up in flames Cuz I got sick game,20/20 FG,3-Pt Range Get cha with the 5-dribble shake,Shake-N-Bake Wide-open fade,you know that's bang Crossover like Trey Burke,Rhyme like Lil' Durk Got that stroke like my dude Dirk,b**h you know I go to work And no i don't pop percs,I stay sober for this work I get my b**h and she twerks,Hella Bandz for sure Wa**up b**h n***a ? Did you bring a ciga ? I am a real n***a, but you can call me wigga f** with me,I'll pull the trigga,double-pump trigga As long as my b**h thick, I don't care if she a gold digga I just went beast mode,lining up these hoes Man,n***a can you f** with me? Friend or foe All my b**hes cold, Ice cold fasho f** n***a I make this dough, Just watch my bankroll And I got foreign hoes, designer clothes Throwin' up these bandz,pockets in fold So gold,so dope,on squad fasho f** with the NoBoyz,We'll f** ya over