Balls To The Wall

(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Bitch!
Comethazine, bitch, and I'm piped the fuck up

Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all 'cause I brought the .380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (bitch)
We spin blocks up in a old Mercedes (oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (yeah)
And to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say

Showed her the d-, showed her the dick and that little bitch ate it
.556 to the face of who hatin'
Knock his jacket off, no masturbation (oh, yeah)
Asked that boy what's the price of a facelift
I got him right and he ain't have to pay shit
Hit that man with a Russian AK
Clip knock out his noodles and sprinkle some Cajun

Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all 'cause I brought the .380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (bitch)
We spin blocks up in a old Mercedes (oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (yeah)
And to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say

Heat him up, leave him dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all 'cause I brought the .380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (bitch)
We spin blocks up in a old Mercedes (oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (yeah)
And to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say



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Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Frank Childress
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