Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song COURTSIDE, artist - J-DiggsDate of issue: 25.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
COURTSIDE |
| Bitch I ain’t trying to catch no vibe, I’m on some player shit |
| Book me at your club, secure my bag. |
| No, I don’t pay the bitch |
| Street nigga, but I be in them bitches that the Lakers hit |
| Niggas always rapping bout that cloth, but never made a hit |
| Got so much respect, they clear the room when I got somthin to say |
| Why is niggas talking out they neck like they gon bust a grape? |
| We might be related. |
| Drop a dime, then we gon unrelate |
| I deal with all my problems. |
| Never been the type to runaway |
| Beat it up, thn beat up on my chest like I’m a fucking ap |
| Bitch I already know what you about, now give my bruh a taste |
| Claiming that he eating, but he starving; |
| ain’t have lunch today |
| And I treat the Glock like my bitch. |
| Yes, I’m in love with bae |
| And we’ll pop up where you stay. |
| Where you hiding at? |
| My lil bro will take your chain, then have you buy it back |
| I ain’t into playing games. |
| Ain’t got no time for that |
| And if I told you what I made, then yo mind would crash |
| Made so many millions off of hoes; |
| it don’t matter |
| Bitch made me three hundred thousand large; |
| get her ass fatter |
| Keep his money with a glass jar; |
| it got shattered |
| Kill him. |
| I done leaved his family pissed; |
| that’s bad bladder |
| Pimpin the saddle. |
| Dipping and dabble, sending the cattle |
| Niggas will tattle. |
| Your partner the judge, swinging the gavel |
| Crazy how these niggas doing time |
| Same nigga told on you, the one that picked you up to do the crime |
| Nigga said he keeping a buck, but he dropped the dime |
| Niggas say whatever on phones, like feds don’t tap the line |
| Young’ns like to ride with them guns, but scared the pop that iron |
| Shit ain’t like the rap videos when the metal start to fly in |
| Grandmas and mamas crying. |
| Nephews and sons dying |
| He’s like a pussycat while standing in a pack of lions |
| Way before I went to New York, I was a fucking giant |
| Had to buy two Maybachs just so my birds could slide |
| I drip in the cut, and bubble up just like peroxide |
| Can’t tell you how many white bitches I didn’t have topside |
| Slim drop mop slide. |
| Gucci flip flop slides |
| And I had a bitch’s husband pay me to take his wife COURTSIDE |
| Telling they boy rappers tuck when I come around |
| I don’t give a fuck who or what, I shut em down |
| Trying to get a hundred, spend a hundred, get a hundred pounds |
| Kill all snitches. |
| Broke bitches get the run around |
| Hell to the throne, I don’t condone with these rappers on |
| I got on the phone, leave him holed like a saxophone |
| Bitches on my line, wanna shine and get their money up |
| She just want some dick, a little time, and a tummy tuck |
| Niggas wanna be you when they see you on your grizzy |
| I just went and booked another venue, so I’m busy |
| I just hit a nigga back to back like I’m Drizzy |
| Heard some niggas looking for me? |
| Tell them niggas, come and get me! |
| I’m a bay nigga; |
| I’ll be in the city by the bridges |
| J nigga; |
| every time you see me, pretty bitches |
| Play nigga; |
| Imma show you not the one to do that |
| Who that? |
| The nigga who might pull up where your crew at |
| A freak with the twins. |
| Couple of 40s in the double clutch |
| Threw a couple shots at his feet; |
| made him double Dutch |
| Still in these streets. |
| Quarterback; |
| tell them to huddle up |
| 30 for the 30. Who ordered that? |
| With a double up |
| I keep the little bitch on her shit; |
| that’s the boss in me |
| Look and you gonna see it in my drip; |
| that’s the sauce in me |
| Just was on the net viewing niggas with the trickery |
| And bodied any rapper in this game that ever mentioned me (DIGGS!) |