Kobe

[Intro]
Still waiting for a big smile out of you
You’re up 2-O, what’s the story?
Are you not happy, you’re only half-happy
What’s there to be happy about?
You’re up 2-O
The job’s not finished, job finished?

[Verse 1]
I got 50 in the drum, you bitches better run
2 stepping with a gun, I do this shit for fun
I ain’t gotta say it to em, you know where I’m from (south side)
That Southern side of Cali, it’s fuck them other bums
I got gucci on my face, a pistol in my waist
Baby want a taste, I can put it in her face
The homie caught a case, he ain’t gon’ say a thang
We don’t do no tellin homie all we do is bang
It’s money over bitches when I’m throwing up some bands
Hе gon’ catch a bullet, we ain’t throwing any hands
Don’t be talking foolish, whеn you posting on the gram
Caught him at a light, tell me why your homie ran?
I thought he was a killer, now help me understand
He dropped forty bands, all we did was laugh
You don’t really want it, lil homie you a fan
Showing us some cash don’t erase that you’re a rat

[Chorus]
Hear they callin, they callin
The streets is callin for me
Bitch I’m ballin, I’m ballin
I’m ballin like I’m Kobe
Say they comin’, they comin’
They say they comin’ for me
Bitch I’m gunnin, I’m gunnin
I keep a forty on me
Say they callin, they callin
The streets is callin for me
Bitch I’m ballin, I’m ballin
I’m ballin like I’m Kobe
Say they comin’, they comin’
They say they comin’ for me
Bitch I’m gunnin, I’m gunnin
I keep that forty on me

[Verse 2]
Shout out to the primo, he choppin up them kilos
We was doing bad when they had us up in Chino
It was back to back, shooting at the enemigos
Yellow tape the block, squeezing on a desert eagle
Customize the watch, just to show off to the opps
Foreigns on the block, just to show off to the cops
She gon’ give me top, all I gotta do is drop
I’ve been going hard since they left me out the yard
Why he acting hard? We all know that he a fraud
Bullies on the yard, with a European car
We gon’ buy the bar, we gon’ drink until tomorrow
All I do is hustle, little mama I’m a boss
Bitch you goin far if we let you in the car
You ain’t got a job, we gon leave you for tomorrow
We celebrate the wins to forget about the loss
It’s R-I-P my dogs, that was with me from the start

[Chorus]
Hear they callin, they callin
The streets is callin for me
Bitch I’m ballin, I’m ballin
I’m ballin like I’m Kobe
Say they comin’, they comin’
They say they comin’ for me
Bitch I’m gunnin, I’m gunnin
I keep a forty on me
Say they callin, they callin