We up in Boulder man Ya'll s**as know the plan Me and Dylan we chilling, skipping and we holding hands Cuz he's the Guildenstern to my Rosencrantz Doing the slowest dance Ballin with one hand holdin our pants Went from NBA Jam to this sweatband Must feel like you got all of your sk**s second hand We making shots that you just can't understand I praise allah while I launch these rockets to the promise land We just making buckets all day Even if we end up chuckin em straight down a hallway Spin move maf**a, ain't that what they all say? Roll the game, put it in the air 'cuz they all J's (hey) You can't even stop us though Serve up a s**a quick 'cuz I got that tapas flow It ain't just about these rhymes and raps We makin art on these courts right behind our backs It's like that Yo we ballin out, me and my man Dilly Bar Run away from the basket, throw it really far You wanna feel like a baller? (hey) Me and Dylan are a phone call away Yo we ballin out, me and my man Dilly Bar Run away from the basket, throw it really far You wanna feel like a baller? (hey) Come find us 'cuz we ballin all day