Trade his ass

I don't even ask when it come to cap, they match 'em

Trade his ass

Bron get out that jam, he sign for fifteen, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' rings way back then, that's when the Cavs was in

I don't need that red or that green, bring back the King again

Left 'em, then he told 'em that he hate 'em, now he back again

And the trade's alive, you better be lucky, got four teams traffic in

Hate the roster so much, we break 'em up and tell 'em, "Try again"

I can hit the Finals all by myself long as LeBron is in

GM's told me, Bron was done in LA, I ain't no Laker then

They told 'em what type of contract he wanted, he had to get maxed again

Wait, he took a cut for fifteen million, we signin' veterans

Bitch, you know we tryin', we hangin' banners on the mattresses

Ayy, pop out with the picks

They like, "Raq_Trades, boy, he back again" (Huh)

If Danny Ainge callin', I spin back again, match again (Huh)

I be on the phone with the Jazz like I'm Stockton (Huh)

Sent Schröder to Salt Lake, 14 mil, we boxed him in (Ayy, ayy, go)

Them be my fuckin' second-rounders (Be my fuckin', ooh)

Shipped 'em out to Utah, ain't worried 'bout no doubters (Ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)

I'm a fuckin' scouter (Ayy)

Got Filipowski on the roster (Ha)

I been runnin' up that cap, we robbed 'em for that first-round offer (Skrrt)

Front office screamin', "Get back" (Gang)

You know I'm with that (Huh)

Long live the rebuild, Bron's back, can't forget that

Cleveland baby, Ohio shawty, got it on my back (Huh)

Trade machine make 'em somersault, put Utah on their back (Boom, boom)

I ain't tryna hold these deals, player

We tradin' 'til we win, real GM brotha

At the deadline, I might just slide, fleece a GM, player (Rest in pee, player)

Ship out everybody from outside

Bet Portland feel this one (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

I bet Rip City still twitchin' (Damn, damn, damn)

Sent 'em Jarrett Allen, somethin' different

Gave 'em Max Strus for the spacing, none missin' (Rrah, rrah)

I know Blazers scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)

We took Jrue Holiday from 'em (What?), and still we hawked 'em down (Boom, boom)

That shit crazy (Damn)

Portland was doin' all that woofin', took Ja Morant baby (Damn)

But we dumped all that salary, started Harlem shakin' (Damn, damn, damn)

If the luxury tax keep tweakin', I'ma start fryin' bacon (Boom, boom)

The difference between Cavs and you, is you be askin', we be takin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)

Trade his ass

I don't even ask when it come to cap, they match 'em

Trade his ass

Bron get out that jam, he sign for fifteen, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' rings way back then, that's when the Cavs was in

I don't need that red or that green, bring back the King again

Left us, then he told us that he hate us, now he back again

And the trade's alive, you better be lucky, got four teams traffic in

Hate this roster so much, we break 'em up and tell 'em, "Try again"

I can hit the Finals all by myself long as LeBron is in