Ball N Chill
Yeah
Yeah
Ball and chill I know how the game go
But I'm still out here hustling
Trying to stack my change, whoa
Too much hate and I can't do my thing, can't do my thing
I still got two more half a pound to sling, pounds of sling
Say I still be flexing to much in my bullet proof black truck
Still ain't get touched, about to say fuck that and buy a Trackhawk
Stuntin' like Stunna
Snatching niggas and shit I've done it
So I'ma be up on mine I got that Philly incoming
They say it's lonely at the top or som'
But I wouldn't feel that way 'cause I would put my niggas on
When me and Zay was swiping cars and serving hard
I don't know why but I still be feeling like he still my dog
I know he not but I still love him
Can't believe I brought this up
I still feel envy from them niggas who I go to war with
I try my hardest not to put my real life in this rap shit
Get out the hood but I can't lie these niggas got me fucked up
Yeah, fuck I took my L, keep going back to court, I hate it there
Tryna do shit right but my big cuz had me in stolen cars
He ain't even tell me nothin', I'm thinking I'm riding good
But we going fed if we get caught we doing five years
D3 caught a headshot I still be feeling dead inside
We was supposed to ride the game and shine but you ain't wake me up
I ran through this bitch that's why I keep saying I run New Orleans
Gooded in the hood we got a problem, tell a nigga sorry
Fuck, I was cool with you niggas, I went to school with you niggas
Y'all was the main ones sharing now y'all want see me not living
I was outside when you wasn't
I was smoking weed at eleven
I was selling weed, sixteen, I heard them niggas said that I didn't (yeah)
Ball and chill I know how the game go
But I'm still out here hustling
Trying to stack my change, whoa
Too much hate and I can't do my thing, can't do my thing
I still got two more half a pound to sling, pounds of sling
Say I still be flexing to much in my bullet proof black truck
Still ain't get touched, about to say fuck that and buy a Trackhawk
Stuntin' like Stunna
Snatching niggas and shit I've done it
So I'ma be up on mine I got that philly incoming
What, I'ma stop my shine 'cause you niggas hatin' on mine?
How when niggas do that and I'm real respect my mind
I got all my vultures tweakin' tryna put shit on the shelf
Co just got a P, go break that bitch down in the note
Shit so dry I heard Big Rick ain't even got nothin'
That nigga usually have som' when it's a dry season
Asked out season
So me and my vultures got this project sold up
Selling za for bub numbers this whole summer
Yeah
Yeah
Real shit
Yeah
I'm serving, I'm serving P's
What they say, what they say? (What they say?)
Yeah, Whitney Houston, bro serving Whitney Houston
Took a bad bitch out the projects, fuck her good and brought her booted
Thuggin' hard like a motherfucker
Trappin' hard like a motherfucker
Ain't want let me fuck a year ago, now she telling me sit for her
1942 turnt her up quick now she sucking dick, nigga (yeah, yeah)
(Crazy, turnt her up quick, now she sucking dick, nigga)
(Yeah, she sucking dick, nigga)
Yeah
Ball and chill I know how the game go
But I'm still out here hustling
Trying to stack my change, whoa
Too much hate and I can't do my thing, can't do my thing
I still got two more half a pound to sling, pounds of sling
Say I still be flexing to much in my bullet proof black truck
Still ain't get touched, about to say fuck that and buy a Trackhawk
Stuntin' like Stunna
Snatching niggas and shit I've done it
So I'ma be up on mine I got that Philly incoming, nigga