Ballin
Bitch I'm sippin on this Kool Aid
I could give a fuck what you say
Got crosses on me, like I'm crusade
I see a lotta people 2 faced
I get a pack and I mail the load
No I do not fuck with federals
All these hunnids, and they came in full
Hundred thousand like I sold my soul
Twenty four, yeah I been balling like Kobe
All of these niggas they act like they know me
Shoutout SK, I ran it by my lonely
I threw a deuce in the Sprite, yeah I pour me
I know some niggas who switched for a band
I know some bitches who switched for the Gram
Bitch I been swerving, I need me a lamb
My shooter got jelly, don't jam, yeah
Designer my jeans
I fill my pockets with cheese, okay
Stacking my cream
Got Rick Owen shoes, my feet okay
Spent 5500 on shades
Don't you come to my side, no way
Hang with the slimes, I hang with the killers
I can get you knocked off today
Drop the top, I'm swerving lanes, baby
You know I been living so dangerous
All these hoes used to curve me everyday
Now they acting so shameless
My family used to doubt me everyday
They used to tell me I would never make it
Now I got all these blue bills in my pockets
I been hopping new stages
VVS's on my chains now, fill that shit up with baguettes
Twenty thousand on my fits now, Momma all I do is flex
Flawless diamonds on my wrist now, and I got more on my neck
They said that I'll never be shit, now they say I'm one of the best
Bitch I'm in my muhfuckin' zone
Yeah hop in a jet, then I'm gone
Bitch I'm in my muhfuckin' zone
Yeah Imma do this shit alone
Designer my shit, yeah it's Chrome Hearts
I do not pick up the phone
She said that she want me home now
Lil' bitch I just want the bone
Bitch I'm sippin on this Kool Aid
I could give a fuck what you say
Got crosses on me, like I'm crusade
I see a lotta people 2 faced
I get a pack and I mail the load
No I do not fuck with federals
All these hunnids, and they came in full
Hundred thousand like I sold my soul
Twenty four, yeah I been balling like Kobe
All of these niggas they act like they know me
Shoutout SK, I ran it by my lonely
I threw a deuce in the Sprite, yeah I pour me
I know some niggas who switched for a band
I know some bitches who switched for the Gram
Bitch I been swerving, I need me a lamb
My shooter got jelly, don't jam, yeah
I could give a fuck what you say
Got crosses on me, like I'm crusade
I see a lotta people 2 faced
I get a pack and I mail the load
No I do not fuck with federals
All these hunnids, and they came in full
Hundred thousand like I sold my soul
Twenty four, yeah I been balling like Kobe
All of these niggas they act like they know me
Shoutout SK, I ran it by my lonely
I threw a deuce in the Sprite, yeah I pour me
I know some niggas who switched for a band
I know some bitches who switched for the Gram
Bitch I been swerving, I need me a lamb
My shooter got jelly, don't jam, yeah
Designer my jeans
I fill my pockets with cheese, okay
Stacking my cream
Got Rick Owen shoes, my feet okay
Spent 5500 on shades
Don't you come to my side, no way
Hang with the slimes, I hang with the killers
I can get you knocked off today
Drop the top, I'm swerving lanes, baby
You know I been living so dangerous
All these hoes used to curve me everyday
Now they acting so shameless
My family used to doubt me everyday
They used to tell me I would never make it
Now I got all these blue bills in my pockets
I been hopping new stages
VVS's on my chains now, fill that shit up with baguettes
Twenty thousand on my fits now, Momma all I do is flex
Flawless diamonds on my wrist now, and I got more on my neck
They said that I'll never be shit, now they say I'm one of the best
Bitch I'm in my muhfuckin' zone
Yeah hop in a jet, then I'm gone
Bitch I'm in my muhfuckin' zone
Yeah Imma do this shit alone
Designer my shit, yeah it's Chrome Hearts
I do not pick up the phone
She said that she want me home now
Lil' bitch I just want the bone
Bitch I'm sippin on this Kool Aid
I could give a fuck what you say
Got crosses on me, like I'm crusade
I see a lotta people 2 faced
I get a pack and I mail the load
No I do not fuck with federals
All these hunnids, and they came in full
Hundred thousand like I sold my soul
Twenty four, yeah I been balling like Kobe
All of these niggas they act like they know me
Shoutout SK, I ran it by my lonely
I threw a deuce in the Sprite, yeah I pour me
I know some niggas who switched for a band
I know some bitches who switched for the Gram
Bitch I been swerving, I need me a lamb
My shooter got jelly, don't jam, yeah
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Writer(s): Anmol Gill
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