Ball Game

I can't trust a soul man
Y'all Niggas informants
Telling on your gang
Then hit the block like you don't know shit
You can have your bitch back
That lil hoe was boring
Took your stick
Gave it to my lil homie he be scoring
That nigga traded on me
Man I still can't believe that shit
My ex tried to backdoor me
Fucking with the ops ima kill that bitch
Fuck that I ain't really on that
God gone handle all that shit yea
Hellcats doing donuts
Out the sunroof lit as shit

I can make 10 thousand in 10 minutes
I get wild I handle business
Walk a Nigga down make sure he finish
Holy water to replenish
Eeny meeny miny moe
Which ones of these hoes gone get it
Fresh to death from head to toe
That Dior got me in
That Gucci
That Louie
No problem
That Fendi
That Jimmy Choo and that Prada
Uh huh
We spend them racks and we get it back with no problem

I can't trust a soul man
Y'all Niggas informant
Telling on your gang
Then hit the block like you don't know shit
You can have your bitch back
That lil hoe was boring
Took your stick
Gave it to my lil homie he be scoring
I can't trust a soul man
Y'all Niggas informant
Telling on your gang
Then hit the block like you don't know shit
You can have your bitch back
That lil hoe was boring
Took your stick
Gave it to my lil homie he be scoring

Lil bitch I'm important
Don't get close to me
And my neck so froze
That shit like 4 degree
I told Kd can you stay up off that lean
Yo bitch fuck with me
She see the boss in me

That Gucci
That Louie
No problem
That Fendi
That Jimmy Choo and that Prada
Uh huh
We spend them racks and get it back with no problem
That nigga traded on me
Man I still can't believe that shit
My ex tried to backdoor me
Fucking with the ops ima kill that bitch
Fuck that I ain't really on that
God gone handle all that Shìt hey
Hellcats doing donuts
Out the sunroof lit as shit



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Writer(s): Eric Jones
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