Ballhog (feat. Stresmatic)

90 racks for the watch, 30 stacks for the chain

A 50 bar for the medallion, diamonds drippy like the rain

Lower development houses is where I was taught to talk my talk

In the thick of the smudge, the slime, on the tar like crosswalk

A young factor having scrilly, spending blue notes in a drought

Livin' for the moment, fuck further out

Tomahawk by my kidney, MCM belt

Fucker want beef? I'll make him a patty melt

I'ma see you about something, send my crash dummy

He ain't from Japan, but he like to play kamikaze

Your bitch got sloppy toppy, off the ginger ale with Jack

She got that hot throat with a built-in thermostat

I'm smoking agricultural and vegetation in the backseat zone and blazin'

In the clean 19 with the dealership plates, insurance and registration

Garnished and decorated with all the toppings and all the fixings

We don't fuck with turf dirt, we only fuck with vixens

I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog

From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog

Get it, count money in the fog

What? Ballhog

I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog

From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog

Get it, count money in the fog

What? Ballhog, Ballhog

Hallelujah, the Lord blessed me with Gouda

You can find me on vacation in Barbados or Aruba

Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, Bora Bora, or Bermuda

Me don't do no snorkel, me don't do no scuba

Under difficult circumstances, I'm having my finances

Used to be the lowest man on the totem pole

Used to be the brokest kid on campus

Way ahead of my time, the laughing stock in preschool

Holes in my pants when ripped jeans wasn't cool

Beat the odds, count my blessings, it's a blessing

Praise God, for replying to my message

Suckers don't understand me 'cause they ain't got no understanding

I'm out here feasting, I ain't famine, eating jasmine rice and salmon

Your little gutter chick ain't handling, got you sprung

Need to tell that hoe to douche and brush her tongue

Wandering eyes, wondering why I ain't calling

Come and get your bitch, she out here thottin', reckless eyeballin', BIATCH!

I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog

From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog

Get it, count money in the fog

What? Ballhog

I don't jog, fuck the brown police dog

From the Yay, apartment complexes and smog

Get it, count money in the fog

What? Ballhog, Ballhog

Ballhog

Ballhog