Lyrics:
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Pop that nigga like a Molly
She do tricks like an Ollie
Blowing up kamikaze
Paved the way bitch I'm Ocky
Slide with sticks like it's hockey
Need my
a field, hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and, what do you think?
Oil, oil, oil
The money rolled in and I rolled out
With a fortune piled so
double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way
the homie, ball at the same time
Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time
We all links in the chain, tryin' to gain, do time
We all see the sunshine
But
Down the mine
Farmer's fields
Up the rockslide with you
Look in the holes
Through the trees
It's a nice walk for two
Drop the ball but play
Game face on when I walk through the door
Game ball
That's because I balled and I scored
I just ball I ain't looking at stats
Next contract though
I
assist
I arrive yo girl come with
Extendo clip i empty it
On the beat
Feel the heat
Ball too hard
Miami heat
I'm up now
Yuh take a seat
In the field
Yeezy
want my money coming in racks
Fifty, hunnids, got them in stacks
We outside in the field we strap
In the ocean swimming with sharks
Tell me what you know
to throw it and I picked it off
(I picked it off, bitch)
Bitch, I be the motherfuckin’ slime ball
(Slime ball)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money
That ain't
than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six double o,
them sticks like hockey and shit
We got the bread, get paid for a hit
Don't got no legs, no time to kick
He got the guap, we take all his rolls
to the mall
Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't
ball
Big sack of molly, golf ball
I trap in Minnesota like a viking
Flood out the Sky-Dweller, it got good lighting
We made the dab and all
to the ball with us
And perhaps a sticky bun?
Or four?
Birds in the sky
Birds in the eaves, in the leaves, in the fields
In the castles and ponds
to the ball with us
And perhaps a sticky bun?
Or four?
Birds in the sky
Birds in the eaves, in the leaves, in the fields
In the castles and ponds
a ball
We want it, we need it, we live and breathe it, for the thrill of it all
We like it, we love it, we want more of it, it's never enough
We like it,
a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for moving on
That girl is going, going, gone
I could say it
and betrayal my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and broccoli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk
smell
I'm the dude who kill it every rhyme I ball yeuh
I swear to you im the tightest like a small belt
They shoot DOOT DOOT you can watch it make em all
mobbing like the mafia
Diamonds with the rocky cut, ice like a hockey puck
Fuck your energy, I got the remedy
I don't got enemies, I am an entity
They wanna
Dew
Windy City Is where we ball
Hot like the summer I won’t fall
Money longer It’s uzi tall
Line with gunna Got one call
Count the Hundo Count the blue
Straight out the trenches my niggas be mobbin
Remember them days my niggas was starving
Now we run it up and we ball like harden
Ain't talkin the car
I got one bad bitch who says that I'm winning
She says I'm too savage she says that I'm different
I got three habits that show that I'm living
I ball
I could tear the sky open
Listen to the words that I speak
Six score it fall off the stairway
To heaven like a luxo
Ball hard play hard till your
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