Big Ballin
I'm into, like, having fun, man
I feel like when I go in the studio, I go in there just to talk about ballin'
You know what I'm sayin'
Lil ballin!
I ain't in this shit to ball
I ain't in here to be playin'
I ain't in it to be depressed
So, yeah, I'm just talkin' about what I'm doin', and I'ma be flexin'
Bitch, I run to the racks like a rich man
Racks
And I know these bitches gon' fall for a nigga like Quicksand
I'm tryin' to run it up, bust me a quick scam
Carti the wrist, I don't got on a wristband
Icy lil nigga, I know that your bitch watching
Goofy-ass nigga, he in the house, tick-tocking
Twenty racks on me, that bitch say I'm big ballin'
Bust down a chain now that bitch tryin' to fuck with me
Twelve on my ass, did the dash, and they still booked me
You say it's up, then it's stuck, see what's up with me
Stay with my Z's, I know they gon' bust with me
I stay with niggas who uppin that Glock first
Shots out the Drake, hit his chest, make his heart burst
Paint up they block, turn they strip to some artwork
I don't send shots, unless we dissin' the opps first
I don't sneak diss on the gram, cause that's hot shit
Nigga gon' die, he keep poppin' that fly shit
Fly shit, got his ass hit in the eye quick
Boosted lil bitch, keep it Z, I ain't buy you shit
I mix the Za with your dead nigga, high shit
He wanna be just like me, he my sidekick
Trap shit, still makin' plays on the sidekick
G hit the whip, made that bitch do a side flip
Fitz hit his leg, so he walk with a limp now
Choppa on me, make a fuck nigga sit down
Catch me a opp, knock him off, and I skip town
Backdoor the plug for the work, bust the men down
Yeah, and I got so much money, I'm thinkin' like what I'm gon' spend now
Nigga try to reach for my chains, I'ma send rounds
Took too many L's, got no choice but to win now!
Bitch, I run to the racks like a rich man
And I know these bitches gon' fall for a nigga like quicksand
I'm tryin' to run it up, bust me a quick scam
Carti thd wrist, I don't got on a wristband
Icy lil nigga, I know that your bitch watching
Goofy-ass nigga, he in the house, tick-tocking
I'm on the block, see a opp, then my blick spark em
20 racks on me, that bitch say I'm big ballin'
20 racks on me, that bitch say I'm big ballin'
I see a opp, on my block, then my blick spark em
Go, go, go, go
I feel like when I go in the studio, I go in there just to talk about ballin'
You know what I'm sayin'
Lil ballin!
I ain't in this shit to ball
I ain't in here to be playin'
I ain't in it to be depressed
So, yeah, I'm just talkin' about what I'm doin', and I'ma be flexin'
Bitch, I run to the racks like a rich man
Racks
And I know these bitches gon' fall for a nigga like Quicksand
I'm tryin' to run it up, bust me a quick scam
Carti the wrist, I don't got on a wristband
Icy lil nigga, I know that your bitch watching
Goofy-ass nigga, he in the house, tick-tocking
Twenty racks on me, that bitch say I'm big ballin'
Bust down a chain now that bitch tryin' to fuck with me
Twelve on my ass, did the dash, and they still booked me
You say it's up, then it's stuck, see what's up with me
Stay with my Z's, I know they gon' bust with me
I stay with niggas who uppin that Glock first
Shots out the Drake, hit his chest, make his heart burst
Paint up they block, turn they strip to some artwork
I don't send shots, unless we dissin' the opps first
I don't sneak diss on the gram, cause that's hot shit
Nigga gon' die, he keep poppin' that fly shit
Fly shit, got his ass hit in the eye quick
Boosted lil bitch, keep it Z, I ain't buy you shit
I mix the Za with your dead nigga, high shit
He wanna be just like me, he my sidekick
Trap shit, still makin' plays on the sidekick
G hit the whip, made that bitch do a side flip
Fitz hit his leg, so he walk with a limp now
Choppa on me, make a fuck nigga sit down
Catch me a opp, knock him off, and I skip town
Backdoor the plug for the work, bust the men down
Yeah, and I got so much money, I'm thinkin' like what I'm gon' spend now
Nigga try to reach for my chains, I'ma send rounds
Took too many L's, got no choice but to win now!
Bitch, I run to the racks like a rich man
And I know these bitches gon' fall for a nigga like quicksand
I'm tryin' to run it up, bust me a quick scam
Carti thd wrist, I don't got on a wristband
Icy lil nigga, I know that your bitch watching
Goofy-ass nigga, he in the house, tick-tocking
I'm on the block, see a opp, then my blick spark em
20 racks on me, that bitch say I'm big ballin'
20 racks on me, that bitch say I'm big ballin'
I see a opp, on my block, then my blick spark em
Go, go, go, go
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Writer(s): Bruce Ballin
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