Big Ballin'
HoodFamous Tae & Sylvy
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Yeah Gang gang Man I came from the bottom Now I'm headed to the top Man I gotta get the guap Man I gotta run it up Red beam till' you stop Red beam wit' a dot Red beam to the op F*ck 12, f*ck the cops (gang gang) I was servin' on the block Gotta choppa wit' the dick on em' Bitch I'm ridin' wit' the stick on me Choppa wit' the the fuckin' kick on it Yeah, I ain't playin' Choppa on me and it go super Saiyan Save that money for the storm when it's raining Yeah, and that's no cap Fuckin' wit' me and I'll pop at your cap I get to the money I'm countin' this bag All of my niggas be popping them tags Hop in the coup and I go do the dash I heard your music and that shit was trash Run to the money I ain't talkin' bout' flash I got the stacks and I put All of the diamonds right in my stash Yeah Yeah I be ballin' Ballin' like I'm Spalding Step back like James Harden I can go do it regardless All of these niggas they talkin' All of these niggas they stallin' When I go get to the bag I might just get that girl and take her shopping Yeah, every season I'm on offense and on defense For no reason, say she love me don't believe it I be wildin' straight Chief Keefin' What you wanna be? Run up in the scene Pull a hoe easy, cause I got the key (Whoo) I'ma keep going until I get my money longer than a centipede I get the bag and I run it up She drink a nigga nut, like a 7 up Boxes of the drugs like a Pizza Hut Got that thang on me nigga keep it tucked Huh, ok Mac 11 and that shit finna spray Smokin' on gas smoke dope all day I'm in the kitchen I'm whipping fillet And that's on my mama Bitch I be blowing up shit like Osama Nigga I f*ck on yo mom and yo daughter Play wit' the gang and yo ass getting slaughtered I got my strikes in the street like Obama I'm wit' the gang and we all about drama I'm sellin' chicken you can meet the llama Young Tae bitch I run to the commas Ooh Ooh I'm in a whole different league I'm on a whole different team All of these niggas they weak, 7 days Count up my chips, Frito-Lay Nigga compete? Not today Hannah Montana when I start a wave I'ma shine bright better get shades Put em' in a box like Home Depot Bitch I be ballin', no cheat code Take a pic cause I'm cold no Frozone High up in the ozone, yeah yuh Niggas be shittin' cause I be on Taki shit You cannot take my hoe you ain't got confidence Call me Rihanna cause I be on diamond shit Ooh yeah, no homo Smack your bitch wit' the pole I am not talkin' Santa She just want my banana Pussy taste like Tropicana I got the sauce and I'm drippin' like Fanta Hop in the ghost or I hop in the phantom Switchin' my hoes nigga like the channel She play wit' my dick like the keys of pianos Drip, sauce Bitch I'ma boss Dripping' like Da Voss Yeah this shit cost You can take a loss Pockets fat, Rick Ross F*ck her, she get tossed Cheap ass nigga, shop at Ross Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah What, yeah Phss whoo Gang gang gang gang
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