Ballout

I like doing this
Yeah ima snap my wrist back
N blow ya bitch a kiss
Since she saw me she just want rad
Smash n breaking that backs
Crack in half a kit Kat
The city is mine
It's rad no riff raff

Betcha ain't expect this, bass make ya face shift
Chasing the change but I'm aiming for the greatness
Pick a day then check me out... I bet I'm blowing super clouds
Hating quiet Cept for when they ask for my super loud
That ain't flying but my brain is
Eyes red as J tips
Run it like I'm chasing bling in a bracelet
I can taste it - José Quervo, bottles of Jameson
Vroom Vroom Downtown where I'm racing
Party go bananas bet we all getting wavy
Got everybody smoking
Everybody drinking
Here we go we turn it up
Lots of the ladies
Get wild for the night

Birdy Namm n this building

Check the scoreboard
You see my team by winning
Out here stacking all this paper
Stay the fuck out of our business
We Grind Hard
For the commas plus the digits
While the clock is ticking
You know what time it is
We gon Ballout (Ball) Ballout (Ball)
Ballout (Ball) Ballout (Ball)
For the Fuckin Win
Ballout (Ball) Ballout (Ball)
Ballout (Ball) Ballout (Ball)
You know what time it is



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Oliver
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