Letras
Niggas in the paint, they don't know what to do
Niggas in the paint, Shaqtin' a motherfuckin fool
I'm about to slide on them with all the moves
Looking down from a bird's eye view
Baby wanna fuck, tell a friend, come too
I would let her fly, but that bitch already flew
Logging up her miles for the motherfuckin crew
With the wings, yeah, she goin' to flight school
Looking down at them from a bird's eye view
Naptown nigga, got him Shaqtin' a Fool
Always in the paint, they don't know what to do
Always in the paint, check out these moves
Baby wanna fuck, but she know she can't compete with a bitch that's gone do anything that I say
Don't even close your eyes looking my way
These niggas always got somethin' else to say
Trap-A-Holics already blessed the fuckin Folk
Niggas hating on me cause they ain't move that load
I'll milk a fuckin' trap if I break down this bowl
I swear to God, I'm tryna have more self-control
Smoking all the stress away
I can move a pound a day
I grew up on Section 8, but I live on the interstate
Run it up till I'm outta wind, baby wanna fuck again
Tell her that this shit gets in, I'm about to reel em in
Looking down onnem from a bird's eye view
Naptown nigga, got him Shaqtin' a Fool
Always in the paint, they don't know what to do
Always in the paint, check out these moves
It's a halftime game, I got it sold out too
Niggas in the nosebleeds, yeah, I used to be you
Like MJ in Game 6, shit, I could've had the flu
Man, these niggas want some pounds, but I won't call the truce
Yeah, I served all them niggas that went to ISU
I damn near served all of Raleigh shit, I could've played at Duke
Ran it up in the streets and ran it up in the schools
Met this one bitch in Savannah and I had deja vu
Always been that type of nigga that's gone play that shit cool
Shit, I used to serve her nigga, now I'm serving her too
Shit, I'm serving all the niggas that used to serve me too