I don’t do drugs, smoke crack or weed
Just give me a ball and that’s all I need

They call me the fridge cause my game is cool
Grab pen and paper cause I’m gonna take you to school

Watch and learn please don’t even try
Cause once I get started its hasta bye bye

My game is so elevated its not even fair
I got more wins then you got hair

My winning streak is as old as the earth is in years
When I pick up the rock you break down into tears

My game is wicked like the devil himself
I’m about to break you down like a busted ass shelve

My game is so sick its as if I got the flu
Get next in line and I’ll infect you

You know you can’t win so you don’t even try
You just go in the corner and break down and cry

When I get the rock the games already won
I’m gonna beat you down like a red headed step son

My game is smooth like a baby’s bottom
Every time I hit a shot I yell, “Got em.”

My Defense is impenetrable like Fort Knox
I’m gonna break you down like pebbles from rocks

My offense is awesome I make it looks easy
They must call you Swiss, cause your game is cheesy

You just lost and the game is over
Next time you play me bring a four leave clover

I’m not the next Kobe, Jordan, or Bird
I’m Cody, and now you have herd