Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Man, I got candy-painted tint, it's(?) so dark I'd be if I said 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 whole block lookin' 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 Come back the mornin' The rims are spinnin' Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks the Batmobile 32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no Custom-fitted, custom-kitted wood Custom everything, that on the seat? mustard stain Now go hit the mall, y'all know that we finna ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go superstars!" Hit every store, flash a fucking wad of cash but I buying shit, bitch my candy-painted ass We...
Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hit the corner store To get Corona, tip the Sipped it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the up And I'ma hit the and I'ma 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 like up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off knees My paint's enough If lucky, I'll 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' Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Bitch, get the out my car if we ain't finna fuck I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you my dick or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really give a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna to go choke me a bitch? You fuckin' up my Benz Bitch, I up my friends Don't think I beat a bitch I'll kick a six-year-old in the You fuckin' retard, have you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to know how to your bowels when you eat What the fuck do you think that colostomy bag is for, I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no I take a Make a Wish Foundation patient with me How some coke inside of your saline solution IV? around and use it on me You tryna my keys? You broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the later We finna make run Take this gun and me, Slater And your...
Ballin' Uncontrollably Ballin' B-ballin'