Ballin' On The Low

Yo, we chilling with the bros
We smoking on this dope
We creeping thru your door
And we ballin on the low
Do you want the smoke?
I Don't know but lemme know
Know your ass was broke
Know your bitchass was a joke

Yeah I'm reckless
I be styling with a Diamond necklace
Come and check this
Wake up in the morning and I eat pussy for breakfast
Now I'm in her mouth I ain't no dentist
Lemme tell you something my intentions
I just wanna get the freshest clothes and the kicks
Get the family straight
Get them out from working all their shifts
This is no debate
Yeah you know I'm gonna get to this
Only thing I hate
Is knowing that life is a bitch

Yo, we chilling with the bros
We smoking on this dope
We creeping thru your door
And we ballin on the low
Do you want the smoke?
I Don't know but lemme know
Know your ass was broke
Know your bitchass was a joke

I knew your bitch ass was a joke
She said she from the 580
A.K.A. that means she a hoe
I'd don't give a fuck
Flip a fuck
Or even hear a fuck
That's how people loose the fun
Get the gun
Run little man run
I've been balling on the low
You aint want more I can't answer the door every time
You come back to apologize
I hypothesize
That sometimes you want to give up the thighs
But baby
If you don't make Z.E.N. money
He don't won't you around
Acting funny
I know you want the smoke
I know you always try to provoke
The worst out of Z.E.N.
But
Baby that's not like me
I like my hoes in white tees
With the freshest Nikes
You don't like that then
Bite me well bite me bite me well bite me

Yo, we chilling with the bros
We smoking on this dope
We creeping thru your door
And we ballin on the low
Do you want the smoke?
I Don't know but lemme know
Know your ass was broke
Know your bitchass was a joke



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Writer(s): Alexis Lopez, Kevin Rosales
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