Ballin' Uncontrollably Ballin' B-ballin'
Man, I got candy-painted tint, it's(?) so dark I'd be lying if I said I hit at least nine of my Plus, I got so much candy paint in my Paint be off my car Be candy paintin' the neighborhood I got that whole block lookin' it's Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, there go the man I the car in the garage and go in and Come back the next The are still spinnin' Hit the on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the Batmobile 32-inch rims, shit, I ain't got no wheels Custom-fitted, custom-kitted grain everything, what's that on the seat? Custom mustard Now let's go hit the mall, know that we finna ball Get out the car, be like, "Ah, there go them superstars!" Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of but I ain't buying shit, Kiss my ass We...
Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' 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, When I be it, I be it, shit, anything I'm out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough But, shit, I'm as fuck I'm fuckin' as hoes(?) These bitches don't get a crumb, and it but I'm what up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them My paint's enough If lucky, I'll let you hug me, but that's all you get I'ma split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Bitch, get the out my car if we ain't finna fuck I'm horny as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my or what? I'll a chick in the butt, I really don't give a shit Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go me a bitch? You keyed up my Benz Bitch, I beat up my Don't think I beat a bitch I'll kick a in the ribs You fuckin' retard, I'll have you suckin' farts out my teach you not to know how to control your bowels when you eat What the do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't waste nine bullets on you for you to not sing no I fuckin' take a Make a Wish Foundation patient me How 'bout coke inside of your saline solution IV? around and use it on me You take my keys? You fuckin' broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida me, Tell your momma I'ma drop you off at the hospital We finna make run Take gun and cover me, Slater And your...
Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'