Yo, step on the court, crowd laughin’ already,Lil’ pudgy boy wa

Yo, step on the court, crowd laughin’ already, Lil’ pudgy boy waddle, knees look unsteady. Tryna dribble down low, but you bounce off your shoe, Ball goin’ outta bounds more than it go through. You short in the paint, can’t contest, can’t jump, Every layup you take sound like clank-thud-thump. Talkin’ like you Jordan, but you play like Shaq — If Shaq was 5’2” and allergic to the rack. [Hook] You can’t s***t, can’t pass, can’t run, can’t score, Every game you touch, man, they losin’ for sure. Short pudgy baller, but your skills all cap, Only buckets you get come from Postgame Snacks. [Verse 2] Yo, you call for the ball, but nobody gon’ dish, ‘Cause your shot brick harder than a concrete wish. Crossovers? Nah, man, your ankles don’t bend, Every drive down the lane is a turnover trend. Bench lookin’ comfy, that’s your natural zone, Only triple-double you get is meals at home. You a highlight reel fail, bro, stay off the floor, Basketball ain’t for you, go play 2K indoors. [Hook] You can’t s***t, can’t pass, can’t run, can’t score, Every game you touch, man, they losin’ for sure. Short pudgy baller, but your skills all cap, Only buckets you get come from Postgame Snacks.