I'ma let this trade fly with this one, hold on

I said, I'ma let it

Aight come on, aight

Got a drop on this All-Star player, he from Indy, see

I got the picks on stand by lowkey, y'all just follow me

Brad on the phone I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna trade"

He like, "Raq you already know, just put your picks on fleek"

I'm like cool, I can do that brad

What you want some picks?

Josh Giddey, with Patrick too, Williams or Beverly?

He gets to smilin' hhe ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit

I'm just laughin', could've been a gm the way I move my picks

I be tweetin' could've been a insider the way I push the clicks

You a champ, coulda been a star, the way you throw a brick

But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major trade

He got picks, plus his rosters stacked and it match his shit

Now it's like six, told him hit his phone, "Meet me with the paper"

But he ain't call, but he ain't that slow, say, "Meet me at the stadium" (Gainbridge)

I'm like, "Cool, let 'em front this deal, do what he gon' do"

'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like Jrue

I grab my pen, it been through a lot, but it still sign like new

We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go

But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's eighty-six to eighty-seven

Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now

He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that Porsche to start

That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo

He got a ring, I guess he ain't repeat, star probably tore (Achilles)

Now he walk up, he struttin' his stuff, his head thick as fuck

Got in the truck, broke down the trade to a lip he cuffin' his heart

Now Buch' sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Eldrick off a drink

Trade block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, 2014 Bron

I'm on his ass, he finna be glad, he done' got JB

But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought he was cappin'

I was trippin' 'cause there go Giddey, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?"

He's like, "What?" He's like, "Player, who? I was born to shoot!"

He got aim, He's like Puff, when it comes to kids

So I rise, one hand on his arm, one on his thigh, this no lie

Bitch it's do or die, he said he gon' cry

He got some potential, send his ass to the bean, boy we put in work

From West, to East, we not from 46th!

I got a drop on a shootin' guard, he be from the 'Bluff

I'm like, "Cool, better not front your shots, or you become a trade pack"

You see Pascal, you see Claxton, see Wilson, you see Tre Jones

Yeah, trade Tre and all them picks, homie, Ty Jerome got a home

But fuck that, say you trading who? Quickest way to get a deal

Trade whose pick? Want five SRPs? That’s for real

Ain't no point in declining

We not even clearing space, market's hot, no point in signing

They be talking 'bout the prospect, but they never seen the stats

Hit the desk, call the GM out, I'm plotting on the trade pack

I’m sending Tre plus the swap, and five seconds in the stack

He like, "Cool, how that player look?" I pull up the highlights

He like, "Damn, I need that bucket," he seen him under the lights

We at Draft Day, looking for the bench, we running up the score

Got a scout walkin' in and out, tellin' me he want some more

He in a cap, bet, I'ma send the trade, watch us finesse

I'm 300, depth don't come like that, Ty Jerome to the nest

Boom, boom, boom (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Bitch, we lurking 46th

Bitch, we lurking 46th

Raq_Trades, put in work!!!