Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Man, I got everything tint, it's(?) so dark I'd be lying if I I ain't hit at nine of my friends Plus, I got so much candy in my rims be flyin' off my car Be paintin' the neighborhood kids I got that whole block like it's Candyland Ask about me, man, be like, there go the candy man I the car in the garage and go in and Come back the mornin' The are still spinnin' Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks the Batmobile 32-inch rims, shit, I even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood Custom everything, what's that on the Custom stain Now go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, go them superstars!" Hit every single store, flash a wad of cash but I ain't buying shit, my candy-painted ass We...
Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hit the liquor store To get Corona, tip the Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I rip the road up And I'ma hit the cinema and get the hoes, I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes I'm ballin' out of control, know I'm loaded with dough But, shit, I'm stingy as I'm stingy as hoes(?) These bitches get a crumb, and it come but I'm what up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off knees My paint's enough If you're lucky, let you hug me, but that's all you get Then I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of is all you see Yeah...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Ballin' B-ballin'
Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we finna fuck I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you my dick or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna to go choke me a bitch? You fuckin' keyed up my Bitch, I beat up my think I won't beat a bitch I'll a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, have you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to control your bowels you eat What the fuck do you think colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not no hooks I fuckin' a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me How 'bout some coke inside of saline solution IV? around and use it on me You take my keys? You broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, Tell your momma drop you off at the hospital later We finna this run this gun and cover me, Slater And your...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'