24 (RIP Kobe) Lyrics

Yuh yuh yuh

Shooting 24 from the field, I'm feeling like I'm Kobe

I got 20 different bitches on my phone they trying to blow me

I got 20 different bitches in my sheets they trying to show me

They just listen to my song, now they acting like the know me

They ain't want me when I was down

They just hang around me now

I got friends that's outta town

And they doing all my dirty work

Put it in, all up in her guts and make her stomach hurt

I won't put no finger up, remember selling hella percs

Now my pockets fat, super fat, they like Rick Ross

Balling on these pussies, I just hit them with a criss cross

99 overall, I'm feeling like I'm Chris Paul

Hoes get on my nerves, they be getting me so pissed off

Gimme disrespect I'll pull my pants down, get you pissed on

If you got beef with me, don't make a fucking diss song, bitch

Yuh yuh

Shooting 24 from the field (huh yuh)

Shooting 24 from the field, on super good efficiency

When I make my first mil, I'll post it just so you could see

I keep ducking all these hoes I know they fucking sick of me

But I got a bitch, super thick, she got nice tits

I just broke my wrist, doctor told I should ice it

Bitch my music bomb, TSA said I'm a flight risk, pussy

Huh yeah

Shooting 24 from the field, I'm feeling like I'm Kobe

I got 20 different bitches on my phone they trying to blow me

I got 20 different bitches in my sheets they trying to show me

They just listen to my song, now they acting like the know me

They ain't want me when I was down

They just hang around me now

I got friends that's outta town

And they doing all my dirty work

Yuh, yuh