Ballin (feat. SOB X RBE)

Ballin', we be ballin'

Ballin'

Big money ballin', Lil Sheik been shot callin'

3-point shooter with this Glock, the way them shots fallin'

Hit the mall and tear it up, Lil Sheik ballin'

Pull of in a Porsche like it's a sport, I got so use to ballin'

And when you livin' like I'm livin' all these bitches callin'

Can't get enough, dope dick keep them bitches callin'

Pillow talkin' at the school, cut it out, jawsin

Hatin' on my 'cause you see a young **** ballin'

'Cause I'm younger, older **** hate to see me flossin'

Step in them Balenci's while you **** still J-walkin'

Burberry on my shirt, Kev van-walkin'

Broke ass flexin' on the gram, **** stop talkin'

Clutchin' 40's with them beams, big guns on this team

Young ****, six-teen, hella bands what we mean

I flip work and send P's, that's how I'm livin' in the streets

Out here starvin', tryin' to eat so I can ball with my team

Ruth Chis, it's on me, baby, what you wanna eat?

Pussy weak, then it's a fee, I'm tryna drown in that sea

Bust it up open for a P, chasin' bands I can't breathe

Run marathons for my cheese, for the money in my jeans

A-all a **** ever wanted was some paper

Me and my **** touchin' bands and they hatin'

I remember all them days we was starvin'

Now a **** gettin' paid just to say shit

Bad boy on my made shit

I be ten toes down on my gang shit

Can't a **** dive in on my tray shit

SOB ballin' on these ****, we 2k'n

All these blues, you would think a **** racist

Tuckin' money for them lawyers and them cases

And my bitch got her own, she be makin'

Hold you down if you ridin' like you say is

Better keep a bulletproof vest like 50

Got 9 in the 40, 1 less than be 50

In the town me and Sheik in the jets with them Glocks on us

Couple bands and Wall street, but ain't no stock on it

In my foreign and my 40 ridin', passin'

And I wish a **** would like a captain

And bitch bad, war far from average

And they say, I'm actin' different how I'm actin'

In love with the chop, but this Glock, that's my side thing

It was me TT Gucci down in the 9th grade

40 put a **** in a suit like it's Prom Day

And evert time I slide, I'm tryna score like shots made

I'm OT, on the road chasin' more cheese

Hunnid blues and green, with a chop the same size as me

Shootin' 22 three, this bitch kick like a soccer team

SOB, bitch, if you gang you can't rock with me

Me and Sheik been snatchin' hoes, been stackin' pros

Got the stick pokin', Big 40, been had them poles

Hit **** blocked with them chops and start snatchin' souls

Stitch clips and keep knockin' like I been at the door

Still on the block, bitch, I'm posted till my heels ache

Got her on the blade, bustin' dates till her heels break

**** been tryna bite the swag, but they still can't

On my grind, ****, I ain't stoppin' till a mill' made

Clutchin' 40's with them beams, big guns on this team

Young ****, sixteen, hella bands what we mean

I flip work and send P's, that's how I'm livin' in the streets

Out here starvin', tryin' to eat so I can ball with my team

Ruth Chis, it's on me, baby, what you wanna eat?

Pussy weak, then it's a fee, I'm tryna drown in that sea

Bust it up open for a P, chasin' bands I can't breathe

Run marathons for my cheese, for the money in my jeans