Lyrics NBA STREET - Dylan Reese

NBA Street game breaker baby, I can't miss
So it'd hard for me to know for certain what the hook is
Like a young Jim Edmonds, I catch everything
Crack of the bat, now I got 'em shooketh
We don't do no 7th inning stretch, I don't rest
I just say it with my chest, ya heard me?
If I let one go from deep, I don't wanna hear a peep
Matter fact, cut the beat, ya heard me?

Drop it, aye
She gon' drop it like it's hot as if it'd 2004
They should drop this in the club but I don't go there no more
I'm too cold with it, 32 degrees you could freeze
Hit the app, i could bring you what you need, uber eats, ooh
Shawty text me, "hi, how you got a song for every mood?"
I reply with "IDK I'm honestly that dude"
Big breeze for me swear it's light i could
Do this in my sleep every night if I wanted to
I don't got a single source I could cite
And that's not outta spite I know my latitude and longitude
Aye gettin money like the boys in the bands
But it's me by myself in a room with a mic go figure
Pull up ableton & make a jam
Send it back to the fam, keep growin I don't like low figures
One stop shop wit it, write it then I mix it
Do the art & then we drop it like we snoop & p
Can't nobody tell me shit, so I'm not gon fall
Just like Tacko Fall I got stupid rich

NBA Street game breaker baby, I can't miss
So it'd hard for me to know for certain what the hook is
Like a young Jim Edmonds, I catch everything
Crack of the bat, now I got 'em shooketh
We don't do no 7th inning stretch, I don't rest
I just say it with my chest, ya heard me?
If I let one go from deep, I don't wanna hear a peep
Matter fact, cut the beat, ya heard me?

Drop a record break the game like its NBA Street
Switch it right to hall of fame still I can't be beat
Check the stats dawg, i can see the future with my mask off
Big hangtime imma blast off
Shawty scoop me & I'm rockin the J Will
Perfect pass I promise I won't drop it like Raef will
Off the elbow that's just how I feel
Get to steppin baby, imma walking highlight reel

It's the perfect combo it can not be multiplied
You would thought I hit the lotto how I'm ballin on these guys yeah
Cross you over easy you done seen my slip & slide
Baby this is nothin' sneaky I don't need to improvise
Raw talent I just keep the autotune because I like it
If you sayin I ain't got it, you ain't seen me live yet
Talkin' all that talk is doing yourself a disservice
They say my future bright but I be blackin' out on verses
Been in the game so long that my controller 'bout to burn me
But I'm never worried, naw

NBA Street game breaker baby, I can't miss
So it'd hard for me to know for certain what the hook is
Like a young Jim Edmonds, I catch everything
Crack of the bat, now I got 'em shooketh
We don't do no 7th inning stretch, I don't rest
I just say it with my chest, ya heard me?
If I let one go from deep, I don't wanna hear a peep
Matter fact, cut the beat, ya heard me?