Lyrics
(Ayy, J.K)
"MVP"
"MVP"
"MVP"
"MVP"
"MVP"
"MVP"
ShittyBoyz
Every star player has an off night
I turned the off-brand into Off-White
Guarantee you run up on me, that's a lost life
Your boyfriend's a dirtball, this that sauce life
Stamina in credit, boy, I'm running up a check
Track star in Saks Fifth, I'm running up the set
Run up, try to flex? That's a hunnid to your neck
I got 'em sick, bro, they can't stomach what I spent
I'll still talk shit if I ain't have a mouth
And I work for this shit, it wasn't handed out
I knew the bitch was easy, I ain't really have a doubt
Used to crack jokes 'bout the kid but I'm laughing now
Hoes used to ho me, I ain't need them though
I ain't scared of death, bitch, I'm scared of being broke
Look in the mirror, hell yeah, I see the GOAT
She sent my soul through the roof, yeah, she a pro
We ain't up now? That shit new to me
Shoot me? Wouldn't even shoot a three
I don't scrap but the punches are like UFC
I'm plugged in, charged up like a USB
Hockey sticks, we'll slide like a Mighty Duck
You a dickhead if you try your luck (Dummy)
Fire hazard every time I'm 'bout to slide a dump
Raf Simons on, you won't catch me in no Hyperdunks
Yeah, I'm the star player
Used to be sixth man, I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't no ball player
Took a few risks, now I'm feeling like the star player
Ha, yeah, bitch, I'm the star player
Used to ride the bench, now I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't no ball player
Took a few trips, now I'm feeling like the star player
Bitch said I'm acting dumb, nah
I just wanted head like a mugshot
Swear to God I just had a pack of dubs rocks
Stick got some power, boy, that's a pack a punch Glock
I would hate to be yo losing-ass
Used to play Midnight Club, now I do the dash
Punch here, punch there, with my abusive-ass
Hit her with a juke move, with my elusive-ass
All that fake shit? Nah, I can't be around it
All that snake shit? Nah, I can't be around it
All that hate shit? Nah, I can't be around it
I ain't gon' miss one shot if the beam up on it
Heartbeat sensor on the chop so don't take a breath
Red bottoms on, that's a band when I take a step
Non-balling-ass, you the type to go and blame the ref
Game face activated, no, I can't break a sweat
This light, just wait till I activate
I was in a bad mood till that package came
Got that Drac' on my side like a Raptors game
Came up stealing like I jumped in the passing lane
The only time you shot OT was for AAU
You ain't never touch ten, I done made a few
Only eighteen but I was born that plus eighty-two
Sent eight out the .30, now it got Baby Smoove
Yeah, I'm the star player
Used to be sixth man, I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't no ball player
Took a few risks, now I'm feeling like the star player
Ha, yeah, bitch, I'm the star player
Used to ride the bench, now I'm the star player
Scoring now, hell nah, I ain't no ball player
Took a few trips, now I'm feeling like the star player
Hmm, should I fuck up Big Beaver?
Nah, I'ma just fuck up some chip readers
Self-scanning in my hoodie, I'm the Bin Reaper
Got it off the strength, now I'm flexing like a gym teacher
Feel like Jet Li, foreign kicks when I walk
Crunch wrap supreme, bitch, that's just how I talk (Crunchy)
Plankton-ass boy, stop begging for the sauce
Ain't never been no worker, bitch, I always been a boss
Dukes lie when she say ain't shit free in life
'Cause I'ma make a twenty ball if I leave tonight
Steak bites, smack the chef if they ain't season right
They ain't have no Masters on the side? This a Visa night
Steady blowing up my phone, this bitch need a life
Yeezy Boost off the joggy, that's Adidas life
You still rock Samoas? Boy, them Adidas strife
Ain't no need to fight, bro'll send dawg to Jesus Christ
Now what will I do?
What will I, what will I do, without you?
