Ball Like This
Heard they wanna ball like this
Ball my fist
You say you in love why she on my dick
Don't talk no shit
Get off my tip
All this rick figure four my kick
Bitch the gang on 10, we locked in
Treesha pulled up and she brought her friends
Okay god damn, motherfuckers pretend
Runnin' to the money guap guap my pants (bitch)
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh
What's in my pocket a lot of guap
I'm with yo' bitch at the tip y top
I might just make the bitch too me off
You ain't on shit 'cause my rocket pop
Pop rocks in the stick lemme pop it okay
Gang on 10 we about it okay
Goth bitch on top let her ride it okay
New whip-off lot I'ma drive it okay
(I'ma drive it okay)
Heard they wanna ball like this
Ball my fist
You say you in love why she on my dick
Don't talk no shit
Get off my tip
All this rick figure four my kick
Bitch the gang on 10, we locked in
Treesha pulled up and she brought her friends
Okay god damn, motherfuckers pretend
Runnin' to the money guap guap my pants (bitch)
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh (bitch)
Ball my fist
You say you in love why she on my dick
Don't talk no shit
Get off my tip
All this rick figure four my kick
Bitch the gang on 10, we locked in
Treesha pulled up and she brought her friends
Okay god damn, motherfuckers pretend
Runnin' to the money guap guap my pants (bitch)
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh
What's in my pocket a lot of guap
I'm with yo' bitch at the tip y top
I might just make the bitch too me off
You ain't on shit 'cause my rocket pop
Pop rocks in the stick lemme pop it okay
Gang on 10 we about it okay
Goth bitch on top let her ride it okay
New whip-off lot I'ma drive it okay
(I'ma drive it okay)
Heard they wanna ball like this
Ball my fist
You say you in love why she on my dick
Don't talk no shit
Get off my tip
All this rick figure four my kick
Bitch the gang on 10, we locked in
Treesha pulled up and she brought her friends
Okay god damn, motherfuckers pretend
Runnin' to the money guap guap my pants (bitch)
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh
Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh
Up-up-up my guap please huh
You ain't him you not me uh
Up-up-up my Glock piece huh (bitch)
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Oliver Newton
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