Lyrics:
people made it, and some of my people didn't
But I'm gonna ball for why'all, big baby
And ball actin' crazy
And watch my back, for the shady nigga
Neck deep
In the dope game
If the feds sweep
I'ma have to climb out
Ball so hard on these niggas
Play the whole game
I don't even take a timeout
Neck
I'm hot on this beat, sriracha
She like when I beat, piñata
See right through the bs, Hinata
Good by myself but I love all my partners
And I don't
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I'mma hold it down 'til we all win
We've been at the clear port ballin'
I just want to see my niggas
the plans, never cheat codes
I pull up, never squeezin' through the peep hole
Come through still playin' by the G-code
Gee Babii, in the league go hard ball
ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O are
They watchin' me
Big city life, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Big city life got me looking in the sky
Watching all these other niggas walking by
They don't like to see me
They don't
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
about me
Ego , no bigger when they sing about me
Know too talk sense if you been around me
My soul black to the letter
Write for the wise getting taxed by
When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But
dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with
Niggas with big dicks (yeah that's us)
(I want some good pussy) big dicks
(some good pussy) big
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
Uh. What ya gonna do? Do you wanna ball? Lunasicc, come on. What ya
Gonna do? Uh. What ya gonna do? Luna-Lunasicc, wha? What ya gonna
Do?
How
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
thank you, Activision
All that sitting by a box
Pitfall, big LOLs lick toads, trip balls
Quicksand, my jam gold bars in my hands
Pitfall, big LOLs lick
get money, ball hard
Big business, all large
So when them haters hating tell
Them hate some more
We balling on them suckers popping
On that Ace and more
in the truth
Sun blinded by lies in the news
I remember them times
When you niggaz wasn't there
Bitch i ball like a pair of jordan air
I'm a stack
I ball like Kobe 20 Ginobili that's the life I'm living (From The 3)
I got a bag and bossed up on em' they say I'm acting different (What)
Come by
This that gelato
Roll it up and smoke it up
Wrap it up with the fronto
Mega plus huge J's nigga that's colossal
Big smoke but joke nigga pass
die or go to the pen
But when a playa die, he's to the Playa Ball (To the Playa's Ball)
A big party in the sky waiting for us all
So at the funeral,
featuring Master P
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you're
on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the
I keep big racks
In my face
Like I'm in the strip club
But more like a bank
And I keep a big fat bag full
We was fucked up, serving fentanyl
I been trappin all day so I missed your call
I ain’t out of bounds cuz i’m tryna ball
I aint tryna go through
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