Walked out, Wilson bag on my shoulder
Don't buy Babolat, cause they sag they bipolar
Unless you like Nadal, you wanna work yo ass off
Me I'm like Fed, I wanna chill in Calabasas
Three guys on the court, they think they all that
Then they take a swing, make the racquet look like a baseball bat
I'm not hibernating but looks like I'm in my habitat
Looks like I'm the best, I'm the hottest shit
I'm not a pilot, but I'm in the cockpit
As I control this match, serves flying off my strings
These balls sting, when it lands and you not even doing a thing
Not even trying, to pretend you trying
So head home, quit yo whining Simon
Simon says, or is it Simone
Cause if it's Simone, I ain't even listening
Bitch, I don't speak no Bonjour
Bitch, if you serve to my forehand once more
Bitch, I'mma show you the door, fo sho
Bitch fo sho I'mma show you the door
Walked out, Wilson bag on my shoulder
Don't buy Babolat, cause they sag they bipolar
Unless you like Nadal, you wanna work yo ass off
Me I'm like Fed, I wanna chill in Calabasas
This time it's me, and one other dude
I'm dropping hints, but he ain't got a clue
That I am an animal
And this my motherf*cking zoo
Who are you, sporting Babolat
Call you Galahad, hmm
Sir Lancelot
Get you a round table, got chu deep in thought
Till I take this match over
With some crazy shots
Then bang some crazy thots
Got me outta thought
Get me into the moment
See me hit a tweener that's a major omen
It's a sign, and I'm lookin' fine
Wilson brand baby, simply divine
Walked out, Wilson bag on my shoulder
Don't buy babolat, cause they sag they bipolar
Unless you like Nadal, you wanna work yo ass off
Me I'm like Fed, I wanna chill in Calabasas
Walked out, wilson bag on my shoulder
Don't buy Babolat, cause they sag they bipolar
Unless you like Nadal, you wanna work yo ass off
Me I'm like Fed, I wanna chill in Calabasas