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Asphalt
922
Hip-Hop/Rap
Asphalt was released on March 29, 2024 by BALL HOGS as a part of the album All On Me
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Release DateMarch 29, 2024
LabelBALL HOGS
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricky Shanklin
Ricky Shanklin
Songwriter

Lyrics

(We gon' be okay)
(If you not Ball Hog, then die)
Yeah
Like the NFL, my **** gon' blitz (**** gon' b-)
He say he don't like me, suck my dick (suck my dick)
We never lackin', we slide with them sticks (slide with them sticks)
Stop talkin' to me, I'm too high for this shit (high for the shit)
I been puttin' shit on, ****, I got the drip (I got the drip)
I been grindin' too hard, damn near broke the rail (I'm too good)
I'm too good at this shit, ****, no I can't fail (I can't fail)
Been ballin' so hard, it's easy like a layup (like a layup)
Tell the ho to get up, little bitch we can't lay up (can't lay up)
Came back in this ho, yeah I feel like Markelle (uh, huh)
And you **** so shell (you so good)
You play with me, I'ma send you to hell (send you to hell)
Don't give him the ball, we know he gon' sell (I'm good)
I'm grabbin' the boy like I'm Montrez Harrel (goin' to hell)
I'm a sweat, tryhard like a Paolo Banchero (Paolo Banchero)
Uh, yo necesito mucho dinero (mucho dinero)
Flexin' too hard, this shit 'bout to hurt ('bout to hurt)
'Bout to hit a play, I just got an alert (brrt)
Creep in all black, yeah, my **** gone lurk
Man, it ain't shit to put you on a shirt (put on a shirt)
We on his block, yeah, we on his turf (we on his turf)
I get to the blue, yeah, I feel like a Smurf (feel like a Smurf)
Trap ho, she put the glock in her Birkin (glock in the Birk')
And don't call my phone if you see that I'm workin' (see that I'm workin')
I'm finna go take the Trackhawk on excusrsions
That bad ho, yeah, I think that she Persian
Her ass fat, that shit got me immersed (got me immersed)
And I put the G43 in her purse (in her purse)
Hit a jugg in Toronto, I feel like Nick Nurse (put it in)
She slid in a ghost, and he left in a hearse
(Yeah) she finna pop her this Perc' (yeah)
She finna geek up for sure (on God)
I gotta get to the bag
When I get off the jet, only time that I lag (on God)
I'm tryna get a **** whacked up
The cops try to get me, I'll slide in that Trackhawk
And my soda dark skin, shit look like asphalt (yeah)
Huh, that **** broke that's your fault
Get off my dick, ****, I don't even know y'all
I feel like Famous Dex, rockin' that Goyard
Drivin' this brand new coupe like a go-kart
ARP making music like it's Mozart
And I'm on Telegram lookin' for new cards
Chef on that ****, okay we gon' bogart (We gon' be okay)
Bitch, I play with the deads like a graveyard
Run this shit up, Giovanni Benard (you run)
We sippin' on lean, we don't drink at no bar (we don't drink at no bar)
How the fuck is you scamming? You don't got no car
Like the NFL, my **** gon' blitz (**** gon' b-)
He say he don't like me, suck my dick (suck my dick)
We never lackin', we slide with them sticks (slide with them sticks)
Stop talkin' to me, I'm too high for this shit (high for the shit)
I been puttin' shit on, ****, I got the drip (I got the drip)
I been grindin' too hard, damn near broke the rail (I'm too good)
I'm too good at this shit, ****, no I can't fail (I can't fail)
Been ballin' so hard, it's easy like a layup (like a layup)
Tell the ho to get up, little bitch we can't lay up (can't lay up)
Came back in this ho, yeah I feel like Markelle (uh, huh)
And you **** so shell (you so shell)
You play with me, I'ma send you to hell (send you to hell)
Don't give him the ball, we know he gon' sell (I'm good)
I'm grabbin' the boy like I'm Montrez Harrel (goin' to hell)
I'm a sweat, tryhard like a Paolo Banchero (Paolo Banchero)
Uh, yo necesito mucho dinero (mucho dinero)
(Yeah, stuff my jacket)
(We gon' be okay)
Written by: Ricky Shanklin
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