Links & Bans (Ballin')

Looking at some cuban links right through my phone
They probably like 31 thousand for each one of em
I said I promise Ima get one put it on my neck
Then bans on this shit I get my respect

Damn I'm probably riding next
I'm riding
I'm riding with the best
(G.o.a.t what the fuck they call me?)

I wanna be ballin
Ballin
Put the fucking Ballin
Yeah I know I ain't the tallest
But Jordan on this shit
Probably ima dunk it
Got feeling like Tim Duncan

Mmmm lean
I probably get all buzz with it
Hush with
I don't want know hugs with it
The fuck you mean
Nah nah
What the fuck wit it

Fuck with it
Tell me what the fuck with it
I knew you wasn't real
Just be honest you don't fuck with me
You don't fuck with me

And I come back from the dead
Swear to god I'm fed
Yeah I'm fucking fed up
I swear the fuck im fed up

Head up
Nigga put yo fucking head up
Left up Nigga no I ain't left none
Lame ones nigga fucking with
The same ones,Same gun
We ain't fucking with the same guns

I'm real
I'm trill
Michael Jackson
Live for the Thrill
Tell me how the fuck it is
Tell me how you feel
I keep it a hunnid a franklin
My nigga that's a bill
Eww Won't you tell me how to chill
Won't you tell me how to chill

Just gotta let that shit Breathe
(How to chill)
Just ride with it
(Tell me how to chill)

Looking at some cuban links right through my phone
They probably like 31 thousand for each one of em
I said I promise Ima get one put it on my neck
Then bans on this shit I get my respect

Damn I'm probably riding next
I'm riding
I'm riding with the best
(G.o.a.t what the fuck they call me?)

I wanna be ballin
Ballin
Put the fucking Ballin
Yeah I know I ain't the tallest
But Jordan on this shit
Probably ima dunk it
Got feeling like Tim Duncan



Credits
Writer(s): Irvin Bans
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