Lyrics:
bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin' that green
We in a different league
NBA, never broke again
Never
[W Ballz D.J.]
Oh y'all just want to do with out the beat
Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch
W
came to tear the roof off this motherfucker
The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (whooo!)
And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch!
When
peace,
Pop Smoke,
We won't sit still,
Who hit,
The corners,
In this cold,
Cold world,
Still,
R.I.P.P.S.
R.I.P.P.S.
It's still,
R.I.P.P.S.
Still
The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the 'jects
Yeah, the cause and effect make innocent blood pour
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
Drop like this bitch
Lay the fuck down
Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
Ying yang in the thang we make these hoes cry
Drop
gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't
and we run it up
Blood, sweat, and codeine in my cup
Fifteen and I'm making green, wassup bitch?
I know this shit isn't luck bitch
Feature's seventy bucks
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy)
and took my baths in puddles
Silent treatment for my all my opps this glock gotta muzzle
At night I don't sleep by myself my demons wanna cuddle
Why them
bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)
(Can't get this shut pussy, get in your bag, nigga, yeah)
Ohh, ohh (Gangsta Gri-zillz)
When we talk finales, you can
.K.A.A.N.E
Stick to the money, I get to the money
Still really be thuggin'. I came in this bitch
and I started from nothin'. I came in this bitch
and I started
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
the culture
Like several vultures, they ain't come after me
Like several vultures, ain't come after me, still, I keep it P
Yeah, we still digress, and I'm
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
bet we got some
Busta's discuss us, niggas poppin all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man)
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
wrong?
We just wanted to get on
Bitch I get it up in blood
I got so many niggas gone, so many comin' home
For my team I put on
Bitch I get it up in
like yah
Tell that bitch to leave the yard
Bitch you better leave our park
Cause you're in 71
Ahhh
7180
My blood in this shit like Quentin Tarantino
We
niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like
Breast milk, you made my day
Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three bitches in an MPV
thing but you still my son
This strong off chain, all four cream
Tour bigger things, better livin' for the seeds
We videotape hoes in Navigators
Cause
They try to feed me meds
But I know the answer's
In myself I just need some sense
Go and bob ya heads
We can vibe all day
We can focus on the words
What
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
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