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(album: Ballin Ain't A Crime 2 - 2020)


Pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, it's on the dance floor (Da Realest)
Pull up, get some head in the whip and keep my pants on
I ain't touched a bag since fifteen, still I'm hands on
You wouldn't even know if I ain't tell you, 'cause my hand froze
Sixty for a Rollie, Gary give me what I'm paying for
Couldn't even enjoy my first million 'cause my mans gone
Feds gave my baby thirty-five, them bitches dead wrong
That's why I'm so cautious, can you call me? Nigga, hell nah
I ain't being funny, I'm just looking out for me
Bro thought that shit was funny 'til they snatched him off the streets
That's why I don't trust niggas for as far as I can see
'Cause you can't explain that feeling when you walk through R&B
I roll me up a blunt and listen to some R&B
Pour me up an eight of Wock' in a Tahitian Treat
These rappers full of shit, but you believe them elite
Believe what you see, you always see me in these streets
I'm a foreign sneak shopper, thousand bean copper
Rose gold watches, kids ask me is it copper?
Running full speed, granny ask me am I stoppin'?
I told her summer coming, G, I'm tryna ride topless
Thirty in my bank, shooting cee-lo in the projects
I don't need a gun, pussy boy, I ain't got tried yet
You can't a nigga who ain't played and he ain't died yet
When there's 50K on top your head, where you gon' hide at?
Gangster, but I'm humble, this side is well respect
Carats in my chain, need a rabbit 'round my neck
Chedda Grove Gang, nigga, ask about my set
We done went to war and back with all these niggas, that's a fact
But I don't want smoke, I'm just running up these millions
I can't buy the bar 'cause I just bought another building
Niggas in the hood that ain't safe for you to live in
Boyz ENT, we been them niggas, bitch, we still is
Sucking dick with dope gums, pressed up on Pro Tools
Sell it by the gram for iTunes, but I got O's too
Teacher called me stupid, so I pulled up to my old school
In something brand new with paper tags, this ain't no old-school
Throw a gapper on a bad bitch and change her whole mood
I'ma fuck tonight and by tomorrow, she'll be old news
I know I ain't shit, but I ain't shit like her old dude
I take care of my family like a real nigga 'posed to
Minks in the winter, white lows when it's hot
Raise the price on that yayo when it's a drought
Selling beans to some white hoes from out of town
My niggas tell they bitch to keep they eyes closed when I'm around
'Cause I'm charged up
Ten thousand dollars on me daily, that's a soft buck
I might get the neck when I'm in town, but we don't talk much
Pull right off the lot and I went straight to pick my dog up
For motivation, told 'em I'm gon' represent for all us
We gon' get this money, anything else uncivilized
Focus on my mission, I got rich and I wasn't even trying
Suede Timbs on in the snow, ain't got them bitches tied
Rubber band Audemars Piguet, that bitch was fifty thou'
I got so much water on my neck, this shit be dripping down
Boy, if I get caught with all this shit, it ain't no getting out
I walked in the club and came out, them niggas still in line
I'm a real boss, it ain't no way a bitch can get me fired
Hey, this the shit we grind all year for
We enjoying life, nigga, this the shit we live for
And I just blew a half a chicken on my earlobes
Iced the fuck up, bitch, I'm balling like I'm Jim Jones

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