PASS THE BALL (feat. Hood Tali)

Treat the jug like a job, can't be bullshittin had my mind on a Ticket, since a lil' ****

Marnie's sweater, dog shit, got me dressin' different

All them questions, damn, what you help arresting ****?

They realized that to be in power, you didn't need guns, or money, or even numbers

You just needed the will to do what the other guy did

The sauce dead, lil' ****, and I'm the reason why

I make the buyer up the price another fifty-five

Another ten off old shit, strike me if I'm lyin bro got a post to work in Philly D and the Chi

Zero down, home run, think I'm Babe Ruth Four hundred down, each line the rep played you

I'm in the mix, fuck the same bitches Cade do

I want the yeahs, you can have that free ass cable Nine a.m, I just pressed, I'm finna press again

Upgrade the glizzys like they Jordan's, got the current gen

Get the most out of everything, turn a four to ten I ain't squat, but I got mail out a vacant crib

You Ain't tell, got a statement, ****, yes, you did

Hopped off the porch, Grown as hell, you wasn't no badass kid

Was out of town, young as hell, drainin' local bins

I scored fifty in the ten, before Morant, Did

Bro, got a slip run, gon' bless his kids, grandkids

I got a inny, don't care if my last name ain't Sanchez

Just fuck the Hating, ****, bitch, and did my dance in it

Lit off risk, granny swear, a **** hard-headed

Listen close, when I speak, you might learn somethin

Fish tailin' in the cat, just hit a curb, cutty

Bro, pop X and bug up, he tryna burn somethin

I got a Bin, that's gon' have us ballin' hunnid summers

I just spent **** block in a SRT

Tryna make a hunnid blues off the fentanyl

I told bro, you gotta catch it, I'ma pass the ball

Now he posted in the club, hold your wrist up

****, ****, hatin' on me, got his bitch fucked

I really seen them hittas jump out, hit a man

I was spinnin' every day in a caravan

It's another sad song, pick your mans up

You ain't even bend yet, ****, get back

We the reason **** always gettin' they shits splat

Jump out SRT, Jeep, ****, all black

This shit gotta Red Key, ****, this a track

I be jumpin' out Amiri, ****, fuck, Bape

Everything I got on, **** cost a K

I ain't stressin' bout a bitch, ****, I got pape

You tryna cop for ten bands, ****, that's my lane

Why you cop for ten bands, ****, cop weight

I ain't stressin' bout a 50, ****, that's small Pape

I could put it on your head, ****, broad day

I got some **** that'll jump out, do what I say

Bitch, you bragging' bout a ****, come and fuck a ****

**** hatin' bout his bitch, and I ain't fuckin' with her

You ain't got no munyon, that's why she fuckin' with me

You ain't got no munyon, that's why she fuckin' with us