Ball Out
C4, I'm about to blow
I see you in my scope, I'm bout to let it go
That's a metaphor, that I ain't said before
Roll the windows up, yeah I got the antidote
I'm the fucking goat, greatest of all time
You already know, shawdy hit my line
And she extra fine, yeah
Feeling so divine, yeah
She like drinking wine, yeah
I don't got no wine
Pour the sake up, police wanna lock me up
Lock me like Slovakia, but they cannot stop me, yeah
They can't stop me yeah, mobbing like the mafia
Diamonds with the rocky cut, ice like a hockey puck
Fuck your energy, I got the remedy
I don't got enemies, I am an entity
They wanna talk, I don't let it get to me
You get a shock, like an anemone
Oo, yeah, I'm a hell of a man
Two straps like Yosemite Sam
Move back, end up buried in sand
Bloop, blap, we don't get what you saying
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
I don't really know what their problem is now
Probably coz your boy out here smoking on the loud
Maybe coz your boy finally feels like he's proud
Maybe coz the way he shining got em asking how, yeah
Shawdy do your rain dance, imma be your rain yeah
Plotting for a minute, yeah your boy he got the rain plan
Heaven on earth in a day
Fly her out coz she said she wanna play, yeah
Recipe's dope when I finish that, she a mess when I finish that
All the way ain't no turning back, finna blow like a nuke, you can have it back
Third eye beaming, bitches screaming
You don't want my inner demon
Bless my life I gave it meaning, now you gotta go
Turning up, my life a party, see you at the show
Yeah we lit as fuck, cashing cheques, you already know
Roll one up, make a toast, who here got the smoke
Can't believe the life I'm living, yeah these haters look like jokes, huh
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
I see you in my scope, I'm bout to let it go
That's a metaphor, that I ain't said before
Roll the windows up, yeah I got the antidote
I'm the fucking goat, greatest of all time
You already know, shawdy hit my line
And she extra fine, yeah
Feeling so divine, yeah
She like drinking wine, yeah
I don't got no wine
Pour the sake up, police wanna lock me up
Lock me like Slovakia, but they cannot stop me, yeah
They can't stop me yeah, mobbing like the mafia
Diamonds with the rocky cut, ice like a hockey puck
Fuck your energy, I got the remedy
I don't got enemies, I am an entity
They wanna talk, I don't let it get to me
You get a shock, like an anemone
Oo, yeah, I'm a hell of a man
Two straps like Yosemite Sam
Move back, end up buried in sand
Bloop, blap, we don't get what you saying
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
I don't really know what their problem is now
Probably coz your boy out here smoking on the loud
Maybe coz your boy finally feels like he's proud
Maybe coz the way he shining got em asking how, yeah
Shawdy do your rain dance, imma be your rain yeah
Plotting for a minute, yeah your boy he got the rain plan
Heaven on earth in a day
Fly her out coz she said she wanna play, yeah
Recipe's dope when I finish that, she a mess when I finish that
All the way ain't no turning back, finna blow like a nuke, you can have it back
Third eye beaming, bitches screaming
You don't want my inner demon
Bless my life I gave it meaning, now you gotta go
Turning up, my life a party, see you at the show
Yeah we lit as fuck, cashing cheques, you already know
Roll one up, make a toast, who here got the smoke
Can't believe the life I'm living, yeah these haters look like jokes, huh
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
Fuck you talking bout, you should calm down
Ain't no shortcuts, had to take the long route
Pass me the rock, yeah I'm finna ball out
I feel like Oppenheimer, I be dropping bombs now
Credits
Writer(s): James Sikora
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