Ballin' Out

Why these niggas hating I don't do no playing
I feel like some bleach I pull up and I'm spraying
Blowing this loud I can't hear what you saying
Shooting that boy and he drop where he stand
Young nigga flexing I run up these bands
Shooting at me and you won't have a chance
Upping this glizzy I'm making him dance
Look down on you lil niggas like you ants

I just picked yo bitch up we go together
Money, foreigns, and bitches in any weather
Been counting it up Trina get it better
I'm getting this cheese bitch I'm getting cheddar
I'm stacking this cash and I'm balling out
Bitches see me you know that they falling out
I'm the young nigga these bitches talk about
Pull up with Glocks and I'm hopping out
Upping the Glock at yo head why you wearing a vest
These niggas bitches they hate on the best
Up in her mouth I ain't talking bout crest
Better play smart like you playing in chest
Smoking this pressure it ain't nothing less
Getting this money no I never rest
I came from nothing you know that I'm blessed
Niggas be hating this shit is a test

Why these niggas hating I don't do no playing
I feel like some bleach I pull up and I'm spraying
Blowing this loud I can't hear what you saying
Shooting that boy and he drop where he stand
Young nigga flexing I run up these bands
Shooting at me and you won't have a chance
Upping this glizzy I'm making him dance
Look down on you lil niggas like you ants

Run up on me you get popped like a wheelie
These bitches all on me they calling me silly
I'm stacking this cash till I get to a milli
I come through with pistols I slide through yo city
Call me Max Payne cause I got
matching glizzies
Tommy got power get ghost with the 50
If he rolling up then he better not miss me
Shooting these niggas and they gon me be six feet
I pour up a four by my lonely
Before money the bitches was on me
Niggas stealing and say they yo homie
Just picked yo bitch up she domed me
These niggas hating they not us
Working all day you can't stop us
Pull up wit sticks you get mopped up
Just like some pop rocks you know you get popped up
I pulled up with sticks and I spray shit
And you know me young nigga got k clips
Smoking a wood I face it, run up this bag up I chase it
I'm off the pressure I taste it
Going my flow and I pace it
Up in a foreign to race it, don't fuck with these bitches they basic
I just got a pistol and you know me I be shooting niggas for fun
It is a Glock 22 shots and that bitch came with a drum
I got a 30 upping this bitch and I bet that you run
When I catch him lacking you know I'm not capping you know that I'm taking yo funds

Why these niggas hating I don't do no playing
I feel like some bleach I pull up and I'm spraying
Blowing this loud I can't hear what you saying
Shooting that boy and he drop where he stand
Young nigga flexing I run up these bands
Shooting at me and you won't have a chance
Upping this glizzy I'm making him dance
Look down on you lil niggas like you ants



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Writer(s): Izayah Breckenridge
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