Testo Ballin' - Barloe Team feat. GMY & RaeKZy
Testo della canzone Ballin' (Barloe Team feat. GMY & RaeKZy), tratta dall'album Do Not.
I be ballin
Money in my pockets
Lookin stuffed my pants fallin
Pistol on my hip it make me limp
I'm barely walkin
Loud in my blunt and it's strong got me coughin
Run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin.
I be ballin
Money in my pockets
Lookin stuffed my pants fallin
Pistol on my hip it make me limp
I'm barely walkin
Loud in my blunt and it's strong got me coughin
Run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin.
All I smoke is loud, yea that sticky shit
I got two bitches on their knees, they on that freaky shit
Bitch I'm all about my money I'm on that schemin shit
I feel hotter than the devil on that demon shit
I pull on your block with that Glock
31 rounds in that Glock
I pull back the trigger and bullets
and start fallin then your body drop
You're bitch fellin in love with that gang
You high key been lovin that thot
Your bitch be good with her brain
You steady be kissing that thot
A young nigga feelin like Luci all of my niggas is one
Fuck around and run it up
I'm finna go get a new gun
Can't put my trust in nobody
I put my trust in my gun
One to my head and I'm gone
One to yo head and you done
I be ballin
Money in my pockets
Lookin stuffed my pants fallin
Pistol on my hip it make me limp
I'm barely walkin
Loud in my blunt and it's strong got me coughin
Run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin.
I be ballin
Money in my pockets
Lookin stuffed my pants fallin
Pistol on my hip it make me limp
I'm barely walkin
Loud in my blunt and it's strong got me coughin
Run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin.
And I aint with the talkin
You play with me you sleep with fish
You know miami dolphin
These niggas talkin crazy til they get put in a coffin
She said me leave you ballin I say
bitch I do this often whatchu talkin
All of you nigga gone act up til I fuck around and mask up
You such a broke boy get yo cash up
I kidnap yo bitch and I smash up
I smoke on that loud you smoke midget
The sauce that I dress so exquisite
If it aint my style then what is it
It's probably just dit to these ditches
I know these fuck niggas they so fugazi
You can't get no cash if you bein lazy
I'm not no playstation you cannot play me
And all this fuckshit man I cannot take it
So when I wake up I be wake 'n' bakin
They say be ballin dwayne bacon
You can't get no fame I won't let you take it
I see that they doubt me but I'ma make it
I be ballin
Money in my pockets
Lookin stuffed my pants fallin
Pistol on my hip it make me limp
I'm barely walkin
Loud in my blunt and it's strong got me coughin
Run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin.
I be ballin
Money in my pockets
Lookin stuffed my pants fallin
Pistol on my hip it make me limp
I'm barely walkin
Loud in my blunt and it's strong got me coughin
Run up on me if you want to you gone need a coffin.
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Jay Jenkins, Antoine Kearney, Demetrius Ellerbee
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