Ballin Down

(Huh) A lot of these niggas tender dick, I'll chase a bag before I chase hoes
And my credit A1, got too much at steak for this bankroll
Me and my brudda came up from trenches, we used to share clothes
Now that's some real shit

Most these niggas counterfeit
This month I fucked a bitch with red hair she still fuck with the crips
Hope my nigga don't end up in wheelchair, he say he bangin' Crips
If I cop the Benz truck, I go and paint it baby blue for Nip

Before virus, my young nigga had his mask on
All the phones tapped, they catching cases off of iPhone's
He already got two, judge gave another elbow
Know this shit weren't planed, it just like ET, they waiting to phone home

Niggas in the box tryna beat they charges, can't hide their cellphones
And this life is short for all my niggas that is long gone
He pushed the rock just like McGrady
He got ten years, his homie tried to fuck his old lady

How they finna do that shit
All these niggas counterfeit
Different Glocks, got a switch
Bad bitch, she sucking dick

Wanna know how she really feel
Check the text messages
But I already keep it P
So I ain't never trust the bitch

(Huh) A lot of these niggas tender dick, I'll chase a bag before I chase hoes
And my credit A1, got too much at steak for this bankroll
Me and my brudda came up from trenches, we used to share clothes
Now that's some real shit

Most these niggas counterfeit
This month I fucked a bitch with red hair she still fuck with the crips
Hope my nigga don't end up in wheelchair, he say he bangin' Crips
If I cop the Benz truck, I go and paint it baby blue for Nip



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Writer(s): Jacob Henry
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