TRIPPIN' BALLS

Yeah Yeah Huh Krrrraaahhh! Huh Huh yeah Got a caddy got a porsche cause I be loving Cars Got a Mercedes S class, and bouquet of flowers I was all healed up, my flaws got some Scars My whip be flyin crazy, have some mercy on the Tyres Bitches finna come, you ain't even gonna Call Pussies be so jealous, got a sticky in the Hall Got his ankle vanish wasn't claiming for a Foul Yeah they called me loser, now they wanna see me Ball Makin a shit tonne, now I gotta Cash out Miss a 100 shots, boy what you on about I ain't missing noting, just like OR Scout Yeah I did him bad now, he just wanna shout Aim, 2 finger High sense with the Gyroscope A bag full of cash, yeah a bag full of Dope So many be spazzin and be spitting round the Globe Got the whip with some stars, na I need no telescope Going stupid on this bitch ain't no way I'm gonna Pause Murdered this beat like, Tory on Adin Ross Ion know the Net, ion even know the Gross For them there are rules, for me there are Laws I prolly don't remember, cause I was trippin balls Got a 40 dollar meal, cause I was trippin balls Was not social at all, cause I was trippin balls Was writing all day long, i know I was trippin balls Hihihii!! Boy you crazy if you trip like that!! Ain't no make believe in my rap 0 fiction all facts Pussies clicking up and talking smack Better run it back I been in them hillies with them millies I been counting stacks The haters plotting scheming Posting and deleting They be sending shots Call me 50 cause i eat em I stay steady winning Them boys cant get out they feelings Repping the set for the clout Pussy get out Gonna get shot in the mouth My crew is ruthless no doubt We stack up the paper so tall I feel like im touching the clouds Diamonds and rubies all over my mouth Yeah im star studded But hard headed I'm going up no offsetting Lyrical venom im spitting I'm ripping the verses up Juggling bitches this shit is a circus I'm winning im sinning You cant even stop me I'm crossing my limits Slid on the block, shootouts in the Afternoon If he drops his gun I better send him to the Moon Homie breathing after 7 shots, I ain't that Immune Who I smoke by Yungeen Ace, on his Callertune What you grinding for, bro I want all of the Loot Lil bro was in danger, yes I know I gotta Shoot 750 Henny got, 750 Greygoose Guess the way back home, ion even know the route I prolly don't remember, cause I was trippin balls Got a 40 dollar meal, cause I was trippin balls Was not social at all, cause I was trippin balls Was writing all day long, i know I was trippin balls Huh huh Yeah! Krrrraaahhh! Seventeen don't forget