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!
Bitch, we not from 46th
Raq_Trades, we put in work!!!
Boom, boom, boom! ππ¨π«
