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ballout - done witchu lyrics

[verse 1: ballout]
40 thousand in my pocket, ain’t no lamb (40k)
pint cost 500, i’m pourin’ (i’m pourin’ lean)
i can afford it (yeaan, guap, guap)
new mansion, i’ma take you home on tourner (let’s go)
this pull up raisе up when i poured a 4 now (skrt)
they think sincе they purgin’ i ain’t goin’ out (haha)
i got 2 fn’s, they don’t know about (bang)
n_gga, i ain’t ever ever seen a drought (nah)
dummy with no team, ridin’ ’round with them rings, nothin’ (skrt)
pourin’ lean out the baby bottle, she say i’m d_mn childish
in the strip club throwin’ hunnids, she say i’m d_mn wilding (hah)
fresh as h_ll and i put the cigarette, i ain’t even styling

[chorus: veeze]
i ain’t had to take your hoe, she seen this money she was done witchu
n_ggas say it’s on sight and say we fightin’, i’ma let my gun hit ’em
i can’t trust no n_gga, ain’t did no time, i can’t sell no drugs with him
same lil b_tch i used for the head, you and her be tongue kissing
lil bros can’t take risk, how the f_ck you gonna get rich?
ridin’ with the bl!ck on my hip, if i put it on the trunk then i might get k!lled
if i pour the drank, i’m six, my cup got fives and tens
broke n_gga make me sick, my double cup cost your rent
[verse 2: shawn ferrari]
your ‘rarri passed by, i’m on the highway on the d_mn road
the percus tryna turn the cherry on and left they ass behind me
your ‘rarri pulled off, when i hop out, i see a d_mn clown
it ain’t down on my pocket, walk up see a d_mn women
many buildings in the city, n_gga we trappin’ right out
broke ass n_ggas still in the hood, smoking white owl
heard you got ranned out your hood where you from now
remember when ’em p_ssy n_ggas tried to run me downtown
sippin’ point 6_2, who ass on else dumb
make ’em p_ssy n_ggas a boy mission had a man down
i got a new beam on my glock it finna test out
this louis belt on my amiri, this how my .40 count

[verse 3: veeze]
n_gga don’t call my phone, just drop the lo’ where the cash at
the gram just sold out, sold the bag and took the cash back
boy, you ain’t got no name, you chasin’ clout with yo’ random ass
we smokin’ on yo’ cous’, they found him dead right where he was lackin’ at
i put her in the coupe, she gave me head, i ain’t even have to ask
i’m havin’ all these hoes, just like a pimp i need a cadillac
i been cuttin’ corners for this cheese, i’m like lil ass rat
we got the opps family pourin’ liquor like a candle wax
i got a real bad with the drink ’bout to sip it up
i just hit a broke n_gga bag, i know that pimped him off
the old n_ggas lame throwin’ shades, man i’m gettin’ off
i been ballin’ since the 6th grade like my n_gga ball

- ballout lyrics

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