[Intro]
(Oh my God Keyboard, Keyboard on the beat)
That's a flagrant foul n***a, I'm telling the ref
I ain't snitching but fuck that, I'm telling the ref, n***a
Flagrant foul on the play, n***a

[Chorus]
Flagrant foul, flagrant foul (Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
Flagrant foul, flagrant foul
Flagrant foul, flagrant foul
Flagrant foul, I don't care, kick me out (Kakarot)
What now? Bitch, what now? (Don Lemon)
What now? Bitch, what now? (Figaro)
What now? Bitch, what now?
What now? Bitch, what now?

[Verse]
In the game with 'bout twenty-four techs (Figaro)
Hit the bench, n***a, where is my connect? (Don Lemon)
The [?] scream while I'm chokin' out the fucking ref
Ron Artest, n***a, I'm playin' with the best (Kakarot)
Young n***a pop yo' top for a check (Don Lemon)
Contracts, n***a, it's all about the bread (Fran Drescher)
Chris Paul, no I'm all about respect (Fran Drescher)
Danny Green, listenin' to that sucker shit (What?)
If you play that n***a, man you must be a bitch
N***as know that I will never flinch (Fuck 'em)
Bitch Mob, n***a, you know who's the bitch
Might come around with a chopper on the bricks
Might go ahead (Uh-huh) and fuck and flip a brick ([?])
Might as well, ask yourself who's the bitch (Fuck 'em)
Bitch Mob n***a, know I got that stick (Fuck 'em)
2K, my player servin' Knicks (Don Lemon)
[Chorus]
Flagrant foul, flagrant foul (Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
Flagrant foul, flagrant foul
Flagrant foul, flagrant foul
Flagrant foul, I don't care, kick me out