Ballin'
TK TruZe
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Now they see me ballin Now they sayin that I’m lit Yeah you see me ballin Yeah you see me with your bitch See me in the coupe Smashing up I'm in the whip Cruising like 150 Hope I don't crash in this bitch Yeah Speeding on the highway I don't care about the opps Yeah Riding with that pistol Bitch you know I keep the shots Yeah And I keep that shit above my hip I never trip Yeah Smoking on this blunt I’m high as f*ck Still ain't going slip Yeah Smoking on the loudest Got a big amount bitch And I’m goin keep ballin Ballin out On all this ralph shit Yeah Spend it spend it then I get it back Wait till I’m trending trending And got all the racks Got designer on my waist Louie V I got the drip An you know I’m fucking ballin Ballin ballin Got the chips Yeah Ballin ballin ballin Ballin I can’t stop Shawty calling calling calling Say I’m hot Yeah yeah yeah She know I’m always fucking on that Block Toting shit Pistol on me An you know I’m getting hot Cops on me Keep on roaming An they know I got the drop On this pussy say he got the bag I know I’m finna rock Rock and roll Rock and roll Yeah you knowing how it go From the seven six oh Where it never fucking snow But my heart is fucking snow An I’m down to let it go Trying play me for my soul An we going to take you whole My heart cold Chicago Escobar like Pablo If you want some fucking snow Just come let a young in know Twenty five It’s for the low Bitch I came in for the dollars Want some cash Better tell me where it is Or I’m going spazz If you don't speak up Little Rico’s get the mask And the gat Pistol on me finna smash Ooh ooh Ooh ooh You see me ballin now you trying play it cool When they see me in the whip They know I’m finna smash Yeah I’m up up in the coupe About to do the dash Why you keep on hating on me But you get no cash Boy you got no fucking bag Hold up That broke boy he hating That broke boy he mad That broke boy he hating on me Seen I got the bag Seen his bitch be looking At my muthafuckin page And she just liked my picture And you know she know my gang Yeah she knowing all my gang And where I hang Yeah she knowing that I’m hot I keep the flames With good aim Pistol on me finna muthafuckin bang You keep on talking pussy We let you hang In my city They say my name Two hollows To the brain I be toting them thangs Off the rip I'm insane Ride that whip with no brain Hold up Now they see me an they know I do my thang Do my dance now yo bitch want me Trying get some change Told her nah I'm f*ck you Then I'm leaving I ain't change Nobu in Malibu Was my last meal yeah And they know I’m ballin Got the cash on me yeah
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