Well playas…Big Momma used to always say, “Don’t write checks that your butt can’t cash!” And guess who wouldn’t listen? LaVar Ball!! That dun has been talkin’ $1,000,000,000,000 worth of trash to boyz tryin’ to hype up his Big Baller Brand. He’s been on every sports radio and television show there is turnin’ the screws up on boyz only to put a bigger target on his kid’s backs.
On Saturday night the dun showed up in Southern California with his AAU team to play some cats from Compton! For y’all that’s checkin’! They played some real cats with current ghetto passes! And as a result, he and his team got drug up and down the floor like mops at the penitentiary. Bruh…they got blasted by 52 points!!!
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! Everybody and their baby’s momma’s momma, Ms. Jackson, has been chompin’ at the bit to get at LaVar and most importantly the kids he’s been braggin’ about. Ole boy LaMelo, who score the janky 92 points earlier this year, got held to 15 points by some real cats. I called his 92 points janky because he was cherry pickin’ the entire game only playin’ one end of the floor. And again, who were they playin’ if a boy allows a boyz to score 92 points?
In ANY HOOD, USA he would have gotten punched in the throat by the time he got to 45 points doin’ that foolishness.
So on Saturday the Big Baller Brand came out of the suburbs and “got dealt with” like we used to say in The G!! And here’s crazy part about it bruh. It’s not goin’ to stop with that beaten either. Boyz are lining up to get at Lonzo this summer and the veterans can’t wait to put it on him when he steps into the NBA.
LaVar just needs to put his seat belt on because it’s about to get rocky. And while he’s tellin’ boyz to “Stay in yo lane!” He better learn how to stay in his with that wack team he showed up with. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
1) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc. It’s whoever I’m talkin’ about and its non-gender specific.
The G is excluded from the endings of all words because the G is near and dear to my heart because I’m from “The G” which is Gary, Indiana. So I only use the G when I’m talkin’ about “The G!”
The caption under the photo isn’t real but its real talk!