Twentyball

Ew (Benjicold, why you icy?) (Hey, bitch, ayy)
Real deal money-maker, real deal money like- (gang, bitch, ayy)
1500 shit, these niggas know how I'm rockin', bruh (gang, bitch)
Uh (yeah), uh (yeah)
Rrr

Just pulled 20 bands right out the bank, just to flex on the niggas that was hatin'
Almost a grown man, none of that kid shit
Big shit, see them niggas instigatin'
Finna get my own crib and that shit got a gate
Nigga tried to catch on, but that fuck nigga late
I done blew about ten bands just in the A
Threw a whole 'nother ten bands up in they face

When I'm talking that real shit, niggas be speechless
Watch the niggas around you, niggas be leeches
I sеnd like ten goals, shit got some mеaning
And I scored like ten goals in soccer season
And they mad because I ain't never worked no job
They mad because I never had they problems
And they mad because I'm 17 livin' they dreams
While they stuck in the home, and they home online

Tell that lil' nigga, "Touch some grass or somethin'"
Honestly, I really feel bad for him
Everything goin' real bad for him
Fucked up, now it's looking real sad for him
Can't do nothing else but laugh at him
Niggas my sons, like a dad to them
These niggas talk down and I peep it
But they be envious for some reason

Niggas know I don't talk on the internet
But these niggas love drama, they into that (Benjicold, why you icy?)
But they carry some weight like a grown man
Got them mad, I just watch how they finna act
17, nigga, I'm still in high school
I could never grow up and be like you
Nigga, my money up, Eiffel
We goin' up and it's stuck, unlike you

Money went up, had to put my dukes in a plane
See a whole bunch of niggas try to slide on my name
I was hoopin' in school, now I'm really in the game
Havin' fun with this shit, niggas goin' insane
Nigga try to lil' boy me 'cause of my age
Paying bills like a grown man, stuck in my ways
Can't fuck with these niggas, man, these niggas too fake
Can't look in the mirror, man, these niggas two-faced

Just pulled 20 bands right out the bank, just to flex on the niggas that was hatin'
Almost a grown man, none of that kid shit
Big shit, see them niggas instigatin'
Finna get my own crib and that shit got a gate
Nigga tried to catch on, but that fuck nigga late
I done blew about ten bands just in the A
Threw a whole 'nother ten bands up in they face

Just pulled 20 bands right out the bank, just to flex on the niggas that was hatin'
Almost a grown man, none of that kid shit
Big shit, see them niggas instigatin'
Finna get my own crib and that shit got a gate
Nigga tried to catch on, but that fuck nigga late
I done blew about ten bands just in the A
Threw a whole 'nother ten bands up in they face



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Writer(s): Namil Bridges, James Addison Iii
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