Frenzybeatz - Tim Duncan lyrics

[Hook: P-Dice] I'm finna ball just like I'm Duncan I pa** your b**h off, my n***as dunk it I pa** that burner off, they blam it down I throw that money up, they slam it down (2x) [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] Remy Boyz I know you n***as heard us, we make plenty noise Them choppas leave you hurting, we got plenty toys I said, b**h, we are the motherf**ing Remy Boyz We get plenty love, I got plenty plugs b**h, my trap be jumping, I buys plenty d** Try to take it from me, wish a n***a would Look this forty, it go bang-bang at his f**ing head Leave that n***a dead, n***as will catch you slipping That mean your a** was lacking, you ain't had a pistol Black and, black and white stripes, I am so official Fetty, Fetty Cash sh**ting on them, where's the tissue Bad b**hes on a n***a, I dont't have an issue All I want is money, you can have your heart I never loved a b**h and I ain't tryna start You can s** my dick and then we falling off Cause baby, all I want is drink the furnace full of d** [Hook] [Verse 2: Montana Bucks] Balling like Tim Duncan Your b**h coming through, it's only ten something Balling on the court now Like Shaq, how my n***as bring the court down And we be throwing alley-oops I could show your b**h what the molly do You think you tough, we get rowdy too I g'stroll through your strip in the Cali coupe Riding in my car tints Balling on these n***as like I'm Shawn Kemp And I got shooters like Robert Horry I hit my connect, he said he got it for me Cause I be balling like I'm CP Late night, I pull up at the BP Long range shooting, that's the deep three Remy Boyz, n***a, we the big three [Hook] [Verse 3: P-Dice] Remy Boyz and we up in here I can tell that you f**ing scared Got your girl in her underwear Cutting crack on that tupperware Blowing stacks, I'm that type of guy E pills my type of high He real, I ain't tryna stunt He be hurting my [?] I be in the playoffs, trust me I'm a true G Hit you, then, I skate off, Kristi Yamaguchi Expialidocious, trust me ya'll, I'm focused Pockets looking too right, f** boy that you notice I'm up boy while you sleeping, I ain't get a wink yet Man, I only think checks, [?] on my mind Tell her that I only need neck, like the way that she grind Man, I swear that a** is the best, DJ Khaled and ‘em We be styling on rims, easy styling with friends f** g's, I'm piling them m's, s*uts we piling them in Remy Boyz, oh, they be bumping Balling out like we Tim Duncan, balling like Tim Duncan [Hook]