We Ballin'
(专辑: I Came From Nothing - 2011)
[Young Thug & Joc Lowe:] I'm balling, we're balling, she balling, and we're balling And they're fouling, and they're calling, and we're styling 'cause we're balling We're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling We're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling [Young Thug:] Uh-um, I'm not a
rapper But you might catch us flying out to Vegas, to cop a
couple acres But we ain't copping no waiter 'cause shit I'm the
waiter Why? 'Cause she make me wait for her Now I
adore her and I
love it I
tried [?] at the
top but cash you're still above it And if you think you can fold this cash, you may pack up and leave And I'm through talking, so I'mma let the
song bleed Like yeah, like yeah, like yeah And that felt like I
was on the
throne And I
took me a
shot of Patron And I
called that ho phone and told her get back come But if she don't [Young Thug & Joc Lowe:] I'm balling, we're balling, she balling, and we're balling And they're fouling, and they're calling, and we're styling 'cause we're balling We're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling We're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling (Let's go) [Young Thug:] She say she fucking with me So you know I'm fucking with her back Like the
tag on her shirt but that's crazy But I
don't like the
tags on my shirt, yeah And I
be playing around with her like a
kidder But I
ain't need to kid her, but I
fuck with the
rock crew And I'm pro so I
had to pro kid her, yeah Now all the
boys dig her And she like, "Thug are you kid?" And I
was like nah, this a
mink, not a
kid Ain't draw on your car, that's a
ribbon And yeah, I
be really freestyling, this wasn't written [Young Thug & Joc Lowe:] I'm balling, we're balling, she balling, and we're balling And they're fouling, and they're calling, and we're styling 'cause we're balling We're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling We're balling, we're balling, we're balling, we're balling [Joc Lowe:] I'm rolling up them ball bats 2
grams and a
Giant, what you call that? This shit taste like some fresh fruit Lean back and blow it out the
roof Vanilla seats in the
coupe Windows tinted and it's bulletproof Call them bitches and they're coming through Don't miss your blessing baby, achu YSL on my shoes My bitch name Jimmy Choo Man I
swear my religion true I'm [?] tested like I
got the
flu Any bitches say that I'm the
truth Me and Thug with them foreigns, back to back with the
pistols drew