Lyrics:
ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Uh, snapback, nigga, back up in this bitch (bitch)
Throw 'em by the hunnids, watchin'
hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die
E'ryday we high,
sevens I need rings and the medal
When I'm not from Trillville but I tell 'em get up on my level
I'm always going higher, I'm still mo' fire
Do a lot
sometimes, I add the Bronner's soap
Had to set the boundary, quick to tell a nigga nope (nope)
Stones they look like ice on me, I'm skiing down the slope
answer My phone
Tell them folks I’m not home
But momma ain’t that
Boy stay up out my business
Do your dirt all by ya self
Only God Can judge
You
on ya
Do like their best friends told 'em
"Don't let them know that you care"
I wouldn't change a thing 'bout all them boys
I wouldn't change
boy Soulja I thought I done Told ya
Big Drako don't keep it in my holster
Better cuff ya girl cause I won't hold Her
They thought my neck was plated But
the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
Cold blooded steppers standing on the blocks smokin' nicotine
Let them lil' boys run the city, I got bigger dreams
chea
Fuck goin' on out there nigga
Heard a lotta lil niggas talkin' reckless
I drink rose like you niggas drink Heinekens nigga
By the bottles nigga
on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit
I
at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
See'mon see'mon see'mon, we ballin why'all
Where
hide from us
I can send a ghost and leave
A nigga whole block haunted
Catch two lackin’ and knock em out
We call it And 1in (YoungBoy)
Can’t run from
But if you with me gotta promise you won’t kiss and tell
Let me run the road let me by myself
You know who I am I can’t be nun else
Stand up shit it
the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my
need you to bust them shots with me
Baby girl, will you be mine
I'll take you on a shopping spree
I told that boy, don't even try
He'll be wasted by
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove
die for
Young boys thats on my strip
Will kill anything I say ride on
Tell them niggas call us if they're out of work
'Cause we lifting weights but we
locking it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put 'em up, put 'em up, what?
Put 'em up,
its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit'
records and gettin' bigger
Just hits, no misses, that's for the married folk
Tell 'em fix my suite up cause I'm comin' home
I heard they talkin' crazy, I
was born a broke nigga I'm a die as a king
Bad boy
Okay
Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that
Everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by
apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
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