Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger trade with this

Huh, what?

Raq on the trade so it's a banger

Now here it go, I just traded Gid'

Missed calls on my phone

See, I been gone

Was tryna ship a player but the cap just went wrong

I got the Bulls, they right off the block

Their trade board be the spot and we got picks

Tucked all in the file, don't finalize unless it clicks

But these GMs grimey

Told 'em 'bout this Herb

Help me set up Siakam, Brad was he wit it

He just wanted Giddey, and he ain't give no fuck

So why he do that, He was at my neck

Creepin' from the back, said "don't trade the assets," tryna stop me havin' it

How fucked up is that? But where that Herb?

He ain't traded yet

We called at six and who got moved?

I know someone did, check 'cause Raq_Trades, he don't miss

Now two hours pass, I'm back on my grind

I can't waste no time, the GMs been quiet

They be woofin' though, but them teams not tradin' and I been high

I can't even lie, that roster been on my mind

Why Herb ain't moved? I ain't seen the deal, I hope that he alright

Now it's midnight I'm hittin' some picks, just me and my laptop, came to a stop

I'm at a block (roadblock), I usually don't stop

My phone keep ringin', just a scout of course, this front office probably bored

I press ignore, I ain't got no time, a GM gon' be a GM

Now I get that feelin', somethin' ain't right

I look to my right and I'm like, damn

There go that flexin' Pelican

He wavin' his pipe (assets), he get to dumpin'

Players get to comin', my cap get to thumpin'

I feel somethin', my tax bill hot

Assets just get to gushin', I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a trade?

And he with that deal, I got a glimpse, he ask for 2 picks, that guy's made for shootin' bricks

Now it make sense, Brad set me up

That lil' dirty gm, the double cross, tryna get the deal off

Like I'm Nico Harrison, aw, shit, I just closed the deal

Plus I got Looney, I'm tryna build

I can't trade back now, this man on my ass, he tryna rebuild for real

But I got the spreadsheet, he tryna kill for real

But there go the Commish

He bust a quick right

And I just bust a left

Aw, shit

What the fuck, Pelicans, you good?

Damn, my roster

You know these GMs be fuckin' with me, gang

Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that shit that was crackin'

Off last week with them trades and shit

Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look

Now this what happened

A week later my roster in a sling

I been sippin' analytics, pure codeine

I don't feel a thing

My owner say I'm mean

I need a draft, stuff that bench wit' talent

Boy, I'm on a hunt, and ain't no breakfast

But I'm a box a team, like some Capt'n Crunch

I got a tip that Herb Jones be on the block

Right off New Orleans

With his defensive frame, gettin' his jumper fixed

I'm like cool, finna make my move

Post up, what I do

Put in 'Koro, tossin' Jalen Smith, I'm a fool for tryna play me out

Like that trade was cool

Now it's like two

Catch him walkin' out

His new lineup blue and he look cute

But that trade mean ain't shit to me

I crept up then I signed

And that was that

Now I'm runnin' back

I stop in my tracks, there go that Commish

How crazy is that boy, I'm on his ass

The first blast, it shatter his glass

Damn, this player fast, he hit the gas

I'm still sendin' deals but I'm too far back

Damn, I'm hype, let me tuck this trade

Get up out of sight 'cause I see league rules

And them bitches tight

Can't go to cap hell for life, so I take flight

Made it to the front office, everything went good

Knock on wood, flame me up a deal

Trades smellin' good, looked at my phone

Got a text from Herb, he say, "What's the word?"

I say, "Shit, I'm just coolin' bitch, I'm not from 46th"

Bitch, we're not from 46th

Raq_Trades, put in work!