Athletes

[Intro: Calboy]
Uh, uh
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
[?] one more time
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat

[Chorus: Calboy]
I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)
I'm gonna go till [?] ask me
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat
We ran through the check like some athletes
I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me
I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)
I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)
Bitch, I'm [?] (Yeah)
I fell in love with this shit with a passion
I fell in love with the streets with a passion

[Verse 1: Calboy]
Young nigga wild, we ran through the school
We toating pistols, I stick it and move
I told my nigga to get in the groove
They be like "Calboy, you writing your rules"
[I smoke?] them niggas, we treat them like [?]
Then we hop in the Phantom [?] and go play it smooth
I got the chopper to show you some tricks
When we be riding, we carrying tools
I run it up, put some bands in the safe
I'm making sure I got bread on my plate
Remember them days when we had noodles [?]
I'm making sure that it's lobster and steak
Mama had told me that I'm moving too fast
I told her "Sorry, but I cannot wait"
I-I told her "I'm tryna see better days"
I told her "I'm tryna pay it away"
I told her "I want some cash"
I'm tryna get to a bag
I'm tryna make this shit last
I bought a foreign [?] glass
I bought a foreign, some ice, yeah
Grab it, don't look at the price, yeah
Diamonds, they water, they nice, yeah
I got the [?] spikes

[Chorus: Calboy & Lil Duke]
I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)
I'm gonna go till [?]
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat
We ran through the check like some athletes
I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me
I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)
I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)
Bitch, I'm [?] (Yeah)
I fell in love with this shit with a passion (Yeah, yeah)
I fell in love with the streets with a passion

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Feeling like Kobe, I ball like an athlete (Feeling like Kobe)
Bitches bow down to me like I'm your majesty (Your majesty)
Hop on a jet, so the TSA, they cannot answer me
Get all the paint and I hop in the foreign, no limit like Master P
I'm in the back of the back
Fucking your bitch with no screws attached
Country boy, they on the way
We on the road, and you know we getting payed
All of my bitches be shopping at Sax
Bitch you know I'm the one
Came in the club with a gun
All of these bitches, they swallowing cum (Suck it)
Bitch I'm the shit if you asking
I got some head in the backseat
Ran through the check like an athlete
Pull up the choppa, then run like a track meet
Bitch I'm the shit like a pamper
Free all of my niggas locked up in the slammer
Walk in the party, they pull out the camera
I do this shit for my family
Back on the wall and they want me to ball and I know Imma ball
Back this shit up [?] team [?] walk in the mall
I got a number, she think that I need her, but I never call (Brr)
Came from the bottom, I went to the top, and I'm bringing my dogs

[Chorus: Calboy]
I'd rather go if you ask me (You ask me)
I'm gonna go till [?] ask me
I'm in a foreign [lil' bro?] in the backseat
We ran through the check like some athletes
I'm like no, no, no, you can't catch me
I got the check and I'm cashing, yeah (Woah, woah)
I had her smoking on black keef (Yeah, ohh)
Bitch, I'm [?] (Yeah)
I fell in love with this shit with a passion
I fell in love with the streets with a passion