Ball 4 Ball
Yeah, Yeah
Rappin' since I got money
I got them drugs in my body
Hold up pussy, don't try me
I might just pull me a homi'
I might just pull me a homi'
I just might fuck on yo mama
She loving me, lovin', I love my a hunnids (ooh)
Tryna talk to my brother, not the son, but we got the same mother (uh)
And I got the, "Damn, shawty touch him, you gon' meet yo mouth"
Word to my mother, I'm a rich ass motherfucker
Driving a 18-wheel, like a motherfucking trucker
Or I'm in a GLE truck, no this ain't no Hummer
I just got me a bad bitch, she let me fuck her
Fucking up all of these racks, you know that I carry a motherfucking MAC (yeah)
My killers gon' kill for that sac
This bitch say she love me gave me a text
But I told the bitch that I already had them damn rackies
Firearm's on me, I don't wanna cause nobody harm (yeah)
This watch cost a leg and a arm (yeah)
I walk up in this bitch on (yeah)
Take them racks, I'm high in this morning
And then, this bitch'll say I'm so charming
Designer, my Paguet frozen
You can see the diamonds when they storm in
And you can't afford my fuckin' garments (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ball on lil' bitches for nun'
I ball on lil' bitches for nun'
I gotta say, baby, I ball on lil' bitches for nun'
I ball on lil' bitches for nun'
I sent my nigga on a hunt
Yeah, wrist lit, bitch lit
Huh, yeah, ri-wrist
Blue Lambo, pull up, bitch
Ha, that lavish shit
Pull up and pop your brain, bitch
Put that bitch and his face quick
Ruger, Ruger, I'm clutching that motherfucking Ruger
Let a clip at the bottom, it's long like a ruler
Sending nigga's I know they gon' do ya
These lil nigga's be pussy, so soft
Coulda fuck around, knock your dreads off
And I'm sippin' that red, not Wock
And I'm sipping that (?), yeah, yeah
Lil' nigga don't play with me, play with your bitch
You glarin' me, choppa go, "Fa, Fa"
I spent some baguettes on a yellow coupe
I'm tryna take the top off
My last next car gotta be 5K pounds, so I can write it off
A nigga play up in this bitch, we gon' send him in the air like TopGolf