Big Eye
Hood baby
Hood baby
I don't know 'bout you
Nah, I ain't heard 'bout you
I don't know 'bout you
Get to that pen (keed talk to 'em)
Ooh, ooh, I been gettin' money
I don't know about you, you
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Ooh
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
Ball on 'em, yeah ball hog on 'em
Went and got my paper up, tall money, long money
You know I be fresh as fuck
No you can't stand next to us
Draco hit her neck and up
Drinking lean, eatin' edibles
This that drip talk
Everything they doin', they got it from us, yeah that's real talk
Hoodbaby shit, you know 'bout us, real talk
Hoodbaby fuckin' up the street with that trap house, yeah
Nigga that's real talk
Ooh, ooh, I been gettin' money (lawless night, yeah)
I don't know about you, you (yeah)
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Ooh
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
Ice Box, chain came from Ice Box
Slime ball, shell shock
Roll down the window, a lot of shells drop
Kill baby snake, dem look hot
Damn bitch, I done gave you head shots
We gon' let these dracos fly
I'ma go get me some paper though
I trapped it, I ride by the Texaco
250 block block life, we them guys
Yeah I got that bag then set my family right
Y'all want the bread, I just wanna sell them rights
Ooh, ooh, I been gettin' money
I don't know about you, you
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Ooh
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
Hood baby
I don't know 'bout you
Nah, I ain't heard 'bout you
I don't know 'bout you
Get to that pen (keed talk to 'em)
Ooh, ooh, I been gettin' money
I don't know about you, you
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Ooh
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
Ball on 'em, yeah ball hog on 'em
Went and got my paper up, tall money, long money
You know I be fresh as fuck
No you can't stand next to us
Draco hit her neck and up
Drinking lean, eatin' edibles
This that drip talk
Everything they doin', they got it from us, yeah that's real talk
Hoodbaby shit, you know 'bout us, real talk
Hoodbaby fuckin' up the street with that trap house, yeah
Nigga that's real talk
Ooh, ooh, I been gettin' money (lawless night, yeah)
I don't know about you, you (yeah)
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Ooh
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
Ice Box, chain came from Ice Box
Slime ball, shell shock
Roll down the window, a lot of shells drop
Kill baby snake, dem look hot
Damn bitch, I done gave you head shots
We gon' let these dracos fly
I'ma go get me some paper though
I trapped it, I ride by the Texaco
250 block block life, we them guys
Yeah I got that bag then set my family right
Y'all want the bread, I just wanna sell them rights
Ooh, ooh, I been gettin' money
I don't know about you, you
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Ooh
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
Credits
Writer(s): Raqhid Render, Tarik Davis
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