Ballin' (feat. The Kid Meechi)
I remember ian have no money
I was broke and bummy now a young nigga thumbin'
I ran to the bag now I'm ballin' like I'm Drummond
You know how I'm comin' turned nothin' into something
Now these bitches on my dick I just stick it in they tummy
Say she want them bands but she can't get nothin' from me
She can't get a dime left ha' lookin' like a dummy
I say nigga it's our time wipe his nose if he runny
It's no cap in my rap nigga ian' with the frontin'
If he tweak with the gang - then bug gon' get to dumpin'
Pullup let the choppa rain
Now he Forrest Gumpin'
Pullup let the choppa rain
Now he Forrest Gumpin'
The money keep runnin' like some Henny imma' chase it
Nigga want some smoke we gon' pullup we gon' face it
Ion want these bitches 'cuz all these bitches basic
I don't do relations so I told her come and taste it
Bitch we at the top if you want it come and take it
I'm too busy grindin' bitch I don't wanna cake it
All these niggas bap they be lyin' they be fakin'
I know we up next it's bout time that we make it
Know we up next it's bout time that we make it
Diamonds on my neck and they be shinnin' they be blazin'
These bitches stopin' and starin' they be glancin' in amazement
I'm that nigga ian' even gotta say shit these bitches basic
Ian' tryna' fuck baby but you can face it
And I don't want no sex and I don't want relations
This OG got my eyes lower than the fuckin' Asians
Wait holon' that's racist
Racks on me I got like a dozen
Not talkin' money it ain't no discussion
I fuck a bitch ain't no cop ain't no cuffin'
I'm in the whip countin' guap like its nothin'
Talkin be cheap ian' talkin' 'bout nothin'
Niggas be talkin' they cappin' n' frontin'
They try and kick can't kick it no punt
I'm with some bitches they eat me like lunch
Huh they eat me like lunch
Ain't no story I ain't with the cappin'
Think it sweet like fruit get punched
Disrespect and you get a reaction
Some times ion' even react cuz' when I get mad ion' know what's gon' happen
Like I'm always snappin'
I know I got talent I'm gon' make it happen
And these niggas be cappin'
Ain't worried 'bout that money do mathematics
And you don't want static
30 Gon' shock a nigga like he electric
Now he sum' like plastic
Stretcher gon stretch a nigga out like elastic
And my life fantastic
And yo' bitch on my dick break her in make her back bend
Bitch
I was broke and bummy now a young nigga thumbin'
I ran to the bag now I'm ballin' like I'm Drummond
You know how I'm comin' turned nothin' into something
Now these bitches on my dick I just stick it in they tummy
Say she want them bands but she can't get nothin' from me
She can't get a dime left ha' lookin' like a dummy
I say nigga it's our time wipe his nose if he runny
It's no cap in my rap nigga ian' with the frontin'
If he tweak with the gang - then bug gon' get to dumpin'
Pullup let the choppa rain
Now he Forrest Gumpin'
Pullup let the choppa rain
Now he Forrest Gumpin'
The money keep runnin' like some Henny imma' chase it
Nigga want some smoke we gon' pullup we gon' face it
Ion want these bitches 'cuz all these bitches basic
I don't do relations so I told her come and taste it
Bitch we at the top if you want it come and take it
I'm too busy grindin' bitch I don't wanna cake it
All these niggas bap they be lyin' they be fakin'
I know we up next it's bout time that we make it
Know we up next it's bout time that we make it
Diamonds on my neck and they be shinnin' they be blazin'
These bitches stopin' and starin' they be glancin' in amazement
I'm that nigga ian' even gotta say shit these bitches basic
Ian' tryna' fuck baby but you can face it
And I don't want no sex and I don't want relations
This OG got my eyes lower than the fuckin' Asians
Wait holon' that's racist
Racks on me I got like a dozen
Not talkin' money it ain't no discussion
I fuck a bitch ain't no cop ain't no cuffin'
I'm in the whip countin' guap like its nothin'
Talkin be cheap ian' talkin' 'bout nothin'
Niggas be talkin' they cappin' n' frontin'
They try and kick can't kick it no punt
I'm with some bitches they eat me like lunch
Huh they eat me like lunch
Ain't no story I ain't with the cappin'
Think it sweet like fruit get punched
Disrespect and you get a reaction
Some times ion' even react cuz' when I get mad ion' know what's gon' happen
Like I'm always snappin'
I know I got talent I'm gon' make it happen
And these niggas be cappin'
Ain't worried 'bout that money do mathematics
And you don't want static
30 Gon' shock a nigga like he electric
Now he sum' like plastic
Stretcher gon stretch a nigga out like elastic
And my life fantastic
And yo' bitch on my dick break her in make her back bend
Bitch
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Writer(s): Carl Bracey
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