Broke Boi J - Ref

Uh, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yeah, yuh
Uh, uh, uh
Yuh, uh, uh, uh, uh
He can get hit with the tech, I'm a ref
He want the beef? I cook him like a chef
Extended clip, from my feet to my chest
I'm a teacher, I don't know who he trying to test
He want a free feature? He smokin' on meth
He trying at music? Like give it a rest
Killing these beats, I should be arrested
She ain't texting words, but she gave me heading
Tell me how you balling, but you ain't made the team
You a 60 overall, you can't even get no green
Say you can't stand me, then just take a seat
Why he acting hard? He could make a major scene
Big cup of drank, and you know, that I'm sippin' that
Big booty hoe, and I know, she gon' throw it back
He gon' fall, no autumn, cause my choppa really go blatt
I walk in Saks, while you walking in Sams
I am a goat, where you heard I'm a lamb?
He is a pussy, like cat, no Sam
He shoot like Ben Simmons, his choppa gon' jam
Feel like I'm Siyah, I go for a dunk
Rocking Raf Simons, I feel like a punk
Said he getting money, know he ain't getting none
Call my choppa Alicia, the key that it sung
Her kitty tight like some Ksubi's
You know Broke Boi keep a clip in the movies
She massage my nuts, and it's so soothing
She trying to suck on my dick, like a smoothie
She gon' twerk to the bass of my song
If he run up, we send him to God
I'mma get to the head that's on God
He copying flows, he a clone, bot
Just like a game, she gon' play, with my cock
It's all about drive, I ain't passing the rock
Knew he wasn't balling, had to hit me a block
He can get hit with the tech, I'm a ref
He want the beef? I cook him like a chef
Extended clip, from my feet to my chest
I'm a teacher, I don't know who he trying to test
He want a free feature? He smokin' on meth
He trying at music? Like give it a rest
Killing these beats, I should be arrested
She ain't texting words, but she gave me heading
Tell me how you balling, but you ain't made the team
You a 60 overall, you can't even get no green
Say you can't stand me, then just take a seat
He can get hit with the tech, I'm a ref
He want the beef? I cook him like a chef
Extended clip, from my feet to my chest
I'm a teacher, I don't know who he trying to test
He want a free feature? He smokin' on meth
He trying at music? Like give it a rest
Killing these beats, I should be arrested
She ain't texting words, but she gave me heading
Tell me how you balling, but you ain't made the team
You a 60 overall, you can't even get no green
Say you can't stand me, then just take a seat
(Tell me how you balling, but you ain't made the team)
(You a 60 overall, you can't even get no green)

Written by:
Justin McNair

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