Glenn Waco - Gutterball lyrics

Intro Wutsup Wutsup… Tryna be Wutsup Wutsup The homies….in the cut the cut Everybody tryna be wutsup wutsup Ballin' wit my group (unh) We couldn't afford a hoop (unh) In Pier Park we played Gutterball on the roof (unh) Ballin' wit my group (unh) We couldn't afford a hoop (unh) In Pier Park we played Gutterball Verse 1 Woke up my auntie said boy, go to the park Go now, be early, you'll make it there, before they start Get 3 for your cousins, 2 for me and grandma Extra packs of mayonnaise and milk come back and we'll peel the bread off The edges I pick, my Afro out grab my bag and my ball Then head over hills, pa** gates, and dribble straight into the fog Last night was so ill cuz I was MVP, went 3 for 3, drove through the D Then ran to my tv to catch some DBZ Me, Khyre used to beef I was the smallest in the clique and n***as tried me Go in on each other then a**ists and screens by the night see As kids we loved and lived in the moment not knowin' the future but hopin' For real air jordans, respect from the oldest Chucky he had us thinkin' we'd all be on them And1 tapes Came up wit names, collected and rewound them And1 tapes, ooh baby Beatin on Generators, spittin writtens, imitatin' The rappers we looked up to as inspiration through our situations We crushed top ramen in the bag and added seasonin' Then shook it up real good, mix it, my Favorite beef and chicken then Went to Shamrock, got on some Candy and Pop We clowned the fiends we seen then walked to doors and ran we knocked Locked out I turn the block and stopped to see Them pickin' teams one slot was free Kri told Jasmin guard me that left trae open for alleys we Had to hit the top of the gutter no rollin' off that'd be A point each for landin' the damage on apartment property Hook (x2) Ballin' wit my group we couldn't afford a hoop In Pier Park we played Gutterball on he roof Ballin' wit my group we couldn't afford a hoop In Pier Park we played Gutterball Verse 2 A Fence separated us, Pier Park from The Woods Every time they rebuild it, we ripped it, tore it down when we could Quala's parties was where it went down when grindin' was new That hot a** room had b**hes thirstin' they was lovin' the crew They roasted Pj on his lips til all the girls was on his dick And my jersey it said "Atlamta" but you think I gave a sh** I'm ballin', shot callin' "Yhatzee!" was easy to spot me Used to make up slang and watch the whole school copy We headed to Monkey town a place the older ones built to smoke they dro at We found them blunts in the park pretended to spark up match and blow that Back then didn't know that, we went where imagination took us That lightning in the park, sh** had the hardest run in apartments Forgettin' they balls then, Jasmin moved away, PJ, Khyre then me The only one left holdin' down the gutter really was Kri I think of all the ups and downs we had they never made a difference Wish that I could go back, get one more game in wit my n***as Hook (x2) Ballin' wit my group we couldn't afford a hoop In Pier Park we played Gutterball on he roof Ballin' wit my group we couldn't afford a hoop In Pier Park we played Gutterball Outro (phone rings) Yo wutsup cuddy, aye man this yo cuddy smoke man Just hittin' you back man, lettin' you know what time the party start man So just get back at me man you know where we at, we at the house....one