Ball 4 Ball (feat. Desire)
Yeah, Yeah
Wrap his ass up like a mummy
I got them drugs in my body
Hold up please do not try me
I might just put me a homi'
I might just put me a homi'
I just might fuck on yo mommy
She loving me, Lovin', I love my hunnids (Ooh)
Tryna talk to my brother, understand that we got the same mother (Uh)
But I got an M, shawty touching me you gon' meet yo mouth
Word to my mother, I'm a rich ass motherfucker
Driving a 18 wheels, Like a motherfucking trucker
Or I'm in a GLE truck, no this ain't no Hummer
I just met me a bad bitch, she let me fuck her
Fucking up all of these racks
You know that I carry a motherfucking mac (Yeah)
My killers gon' kill for that sac
This bitch that she love me gave me a text
But I told that bitch I already had them damn rackies
Firearm's on me, I dont wanna cause nobody harm (Yeah)
This watch cost a leg and a arm (Yeah)
I walk up in this bitch armed (Yeah)
Take a roxy, I'm high in the morning
These bitches say I'm so charming
This Audemars Piguet Frozen
You can see the diamonds when they stormin'
And you can't afford my fucking garments (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I ball on them bitches for nun'
I ball on them bitches for nun'
I gotta say baby I ball on them bitches for nun'
I ball on them bitches for nun'
I sent my nigga on a hunt
Wrist lit, bitch lit
Huh, Yeah, Wri-Wrist
Blue Lambo, Pull Up Bitch
Ha, That lavish shit
Pull up and pop your brain bitch
Put that bitch in his face quick
Ruger, Ruger, huh, I'm clutching that motherfucking Ruger
Extended clip at the bottom, Its long like a ruler
Sending nigga's I know they gon' do ya
These lil niggas be pussy, so soft
Coulda fuck around, Knock your dreads off
And I'm sippin' that red, Not wock
And I'm sipping that sayed, Ya, Ya
Lil nigga dont play, Im'a play with you bitch
You glarin' me, choppa go "Fa, Fa"
I spent some bagguetes on a yellow coupe
I'm finna take the top off
My last car gotta be 5k pounds, so I could write it off
Wrap his ass up like a mummy
I got them drugs in my body
Hold up please do not try me
I might just put me a homi'
I might just put me a homi'
I just might fuck on yo mommy
She loving me, Lovin', I love my hunnids (Ooh)
Tryna talk to my brother, understand that we got the same mother (Uh)
But I got an M, shawty touching me you gon' meet yo mouth
Word to my mother, I'm a rich ass motherfucker
Driving a 18 wheels, Like a motherfucking trucker
Or I'm in a GLE truck, no this ain't no Hummer
I just met me a bad bitch, she let me fuck her
Fucking up all of these racks
You know that I carry a motherfucking mac (Yeah)
My killers gon' kill for that sac
This bitch that she love me gave me a text
But I told that bitch I already had them damn rackies
Firearm's on me, I dont wanna cause nobody harm (Yeah)
This watch cost a leg and a arm (Yeah)
I walk up in this bitch armed (Yeah)
Take a roxy, I'm high in the morning
These bitches say I'm so charming
This Audemars Piguet Frozen
You can see the diamonds when they stormin'
And you can't afford my fucking garments (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I ball on them bitches for nun'
I ball on them bitches for nun'
I gotta say baby I ball on them bitches for nun'
I ball on them bitches for nun'
I sent my nigga on a hunt
Wrist lit, bitch lit
Huh, Yeah, Wri-Wrist
Blue Lambo, Pull Up Bitch
Ha, That lavish shit
Pull up and pop your brain bitch
Put that bitch in his face quick
Ruger, Ruger, huh, I'm clutching that motherfucking Ruger
Extended clip at the bottom, Its long like a ruler
Sending nigga's I know they gon' do ya
These lil niggas be pussy, so soft
Coulda fuck around, Knock your dreads off
And I'm sippin' that red, Not wock
And I'm sipping that sayed, Ya, Ya
Lil nigga dont play, Im'a play with you bitch
You glarin' me, choppa go "Fa, Fa"
I spent some bagguetes on a yellow coupe
I'm finna take the top off
My last car gotta be 5k pounds, so I could write it off
Credits
Writer(s): Deante Adam Johnson, M15 M15, Finn Tudor
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