Ball Harder

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Dilly

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I can get it on my own, yeah
Yeah, bitch I did it on my own, yeah, yeah
Bitch I did it on my own, yeah, yeah
Yeah, and we still pourin' fours

Body tatted, back in the PHX
With the static, old tele, DTX
Yeah, with the ratchet, tool equipped, sending havoc
Bullets flyin' like these words, bitch, it's automatic
Diamond tester, going beep beep, on my patek Money counter, going beep beep
It don't sleep sleep, yeah, you should see me With these VVs, tits like Sydney Sweeney

Run a couple bitches on the road for show
Too much twinkle glisten on my gold fasho
Mac 11, ooh, I love the tote
Shoot it pretty, whoa
Bullets through the door
Yeah, yeah, gripping the beam on my 100 round Mac, I need that mac and cheese
She hit my phone but I don't hit back, yeah
I just smashed a leave
She in the way of the green, no weed
She in the way of green
She in the way of green,
She ain't no way to green, no weed
All this liquor, it's been getting strong, too gone
Looking at this bottle, how all of it's gone
Guess I'm drunk driving on this money hunt
Swerving on this money run
But I'm still gon' get it till I'm number one
And even then, I ain't gon' be done
Just rolled up some runts, smoke it like a runt
Never hit it from the front
Shit, I'm just being blunt
Leather kicks just like a punt
They just copy how I stunt, yeah, yeah, yeah

Body tatted, back in the PHX
With the static, old tele, DTX
Yeah, with the ratchet, tool equipped, sending havoc
Bullets flyin' like these words, bitch, it's automatic
Diamond tester, going beep beep, on my patek Money counter, going beep beep
It don't sleep sleep, yeah, you should see me With these VVs, tits like Sydney Sweeney

But I don't really care about her tits, though
I done seen damn way too many tits, hoe
All I care about is getting really rich, hoe
Make a couple hits too, I don't see a issue
I'm acting snotty, like damn I need a tissue
All these women, but I won't commit to
Nah break and leave a scar
Hearts I'ma rob
Guess I've been a player since the very damn start
Still a star player, all the broads that I balled
Still a hard player, all the bricks that I hauled Pouring out my heart all my rights and my wrongs
Still gon' get it going
Walking in my Rick Owens
Cocaine get your bitch going
Feel like Scarface how my lil' friend is a big bully
Money to the crowned ceiling
I've been out of town, Crillon,
Smoking on this pound, grilling
Ride round with my hounds, willing
We gon' bring them down, building, yeah

Body tatted, back in the PHX
With the static, old tele, DTX
Yeah, with the ratchet, tool equipped, sending havoc
Bullets flyin' like these words, bitch, it's automatic
Diamond tester, going beep beep, on my patek Money counter, going beep beep
It don't sleep sleep, yeah, you should see me With these VVs, tits like Sydney Sweeney

Oh, I'm gone
I've been rolling really strong, oh
I've been smoking so strong, yeah
Like, what
Nah, keep it running then I'm gone
Made another one, made another one (And we still pourin' fours)
Bitch I made another one (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
And we still pourin' fours (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
Yeah, and we still pourin' fours

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