Charlie Hayley - Football lyrics

[Verse 1: Charlie Haylee] I been thinkin bout the days on the street corners Back when I was still a kid and my crew loitered Round the block tryin to cop a shot of Smirnoff See a parent and drop, try not to cough Out loud lest we lose the money to cop some Before we were selling it, treat your nose with the talcum I been thinkin bout the days when I didn't think And never picked up a pen, 'less it was to ink f** you on the bathroom stall walls All day never frontin, Paul Walls Ba** drop like the Nasdaq, crash fast Always finish sh** dead least, half-a**ed Like this skinny ho t**ng to this diplo She'll give head tonight then head home, bimbo Coles with the rock Shoot slow, oral Glock Pujols, batting rocks Smooth flow, with the pot Cooking rhymes and some eggs in my mommas kitchen Then shove 'em in her f**ing mouth so she'll stop b**hin Bout how I'm the worst son there could ever, ever be Bet she wish I never popped up in her ovaries f** it, I'm overly Angry, and you know it's me If someone k**s the beat with ease Then has the ba** with melted cheese What a fishy joke, double pun intended Spit the sh** to keep your f**in baby daddy's dick extended I said, what a fishy joke, double pun intended Spit the sh** to keep your f**in baby daddy's dick extended No h*mo b**h