CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Ain’t Nothing Sweet

Bro said he seen it so crossover
I brought the Glock 26 Kyle Korver
Get the bag gone never been a hoarder
Grind like my favourite baller it was Richie Porter
Aye, I'm a bad sport won't pass I'ma score
Fill the dome wit' the [?]
Ridin' that b*t*h like I stole it
Bus down your block like it's Gordon
Hoppin' out and we approach 'em
He best be prayin'
I'm hopin' these glizzy's gon' burn him and toast him
And the trap steady open
Dope in the pot look like lotion
Water on me from the ocean
He wanna ball I'ma coach him
We doin' drills wit' no coachin'
She wanna rock all my ice just to post it
All day countin' dirty money man I ain't even soap it
n***as they b*t*hes I know this, I keep my savages closest
Try to figure out who's real from who's fake like a young n***a got psychosis
If it's one man they bring out it's explosives
This ain't the NBA but the lil' b*t*h say I'm chosen
Diamonds they hittin' like Hogan
Fifth strike knock 'em all down like bowling, mhmm