Ballin' Uncontrollably Ballin' B-ballin'
Man, I got candy-painted tint, it's(?) so dark I'd be lying if I I ain't hit at least of my friends Plus, I got so much candy in my rims Paint be 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 park the car in the and go in and back the next mornin' The rims are still Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the rims, shit, I ain't even got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted grain everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard Now let's go hit the mall, y'all that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, go them superstars!" Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of but I buying shit, bitch Kiss my ass We...
Uncontrollably 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 and I'ma get the hoes, When I be it, I be it, shit, anything I'm ballin' out of control, girls know I'm with dough But, shit, I'm as fuck I'm stingy as hoes(?) These don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm like up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off knees My candy enough If you're lucky, I'll let you hug me, but all you get Then split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Bitch, get the fuck out my car if we ain't finna I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a Is pretty Marshall gonna to go choke me a bitch? You fuckin' keyed up my Bitch, I up my friends Don't think I beat a bitch I'll kick a in the ribs You retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to control your when you eat What the fuck do you think that bag is for, looks? I ain't waste bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient me How some coke inside of your saline solution IV? around and use it on me You take my keys? You fuckin' broad, get in back, comin' to Florida with me, your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital later We make this run this gun and cover me, Slater And your...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably