Ballin

Ballin on these niggas
No one on my shoulder

I ain't never gave a fuck
Thats why they scared for me to growup

Brodie want the Bentley truck
I told em nigga we gon go up

SRT with the red seats
Draco underneath

Broad Day
With the AK
Bitch I let it speak

You can try it if you want to
Choppa knock you off yo feet

And these bitches they don't love you
Laughing while yo ass deceased

All these niggas they be tryna steal my flow
Bitch get yo own

Diss me if you want to
Bullet hit yo face then hit yo skull

Ain't nobody gon be there to save you
When you on yo own

Choppa beating on that nigga chest
I call it King Kong

Knocking down a nigga door
Fuck nigga we don't ding dong

Nigga you can send some shots
We send it back like Ping Pong

I ain't friendly nigga if you see me
Just leave me alone

Fuck around and leave the crib
And then you never coming home

All these niggas always hype me up
They tell me that I'm cold

Told them niggas I just hop up on the track
And then I flow

Brodie moving work he told me
Hit him off the Flip Phone

I just talked to TNF that nigga said
"He coming home"

So when we catch that nigga lackin
Bet some bullets hit his dome

He was running cause he happy
Now he running for his soul

I'll never claim a nigga shit
Cause that aint how I roll

Three bands to wipe yo nose
And now them killas at yo door nigga

(BITCH)