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ballout - no tags lyrics

[intro: terininto]
dp on the beat
ayy ball, this how we comin’?

[chorus: terintino]
all my n_ggas savages, they’ll take your sh_t
run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
trappin’ out exotic whips, this b_tch ain’t got no tits
p’s for the 32, i thought i told you this
all my diamonds clarity they always wettin’ sh_t
pull up in that big body with the gang in it
let a n_gga talk crazy then we droppin’ sh_t
scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

[verse 1: ballout]
hop up in a foreign whip, huh, smash on it (skrrt, skrrt)
walking out of neimans, h_lla bags on me (beep)
when i pop out, you know i got h_lla cash on me (racks)
riding down ’94, i was born in ’94 (90s baby)
this a moncler trenches ain’t no raincoat (moncler)
and my pockets lookin’ like some f_cking rainbows (rainbows)
and i’m still gettin’ it in the same clothes (dummy)
you n_ggas ain’t like me, we ain’t the same, hoe (same, hoe)
n_gga and i can take your f_cking main hoe (main thot)
i’ma put her on the bro, she gon’ bring that bread back (bring that cash back)
and i’m switchin’ lanes in a h_llcat (skrrt, skrrt)
you n_ggas still askin’ for y’all bread back? (y’all want your money, n_gga?)
[chorus: terintino]
all my n_ggas savages, they’ll take your sh_t
run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
trappin’ out exotic whips, this b_tch ain’t got no tits
p’s for the 32, i thought i told you this
all my diamonds clarity they always wettin’ sh_t
pull up in that big body with the gang in it
let a n_gga talk crazy then we droppin’ sh_t
scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

[verse 2: terintino]
all my n_ggas felonies (felonies)
yeah, we with the sh_ts (with the sh_ts)
run up in your backyard (backyard)
yeah we hop the fence (hop the fence)
i’m with doowop, he sixty shots (sixty shots)
foe be bl!ckin’ sh_t (bl!ckin’ sh_t)
smokin’ on some dead opps (dead opps)
this that tooka sh_t (tooka)
we four_fives with red dots (red dots)
don’t make me shot this
stupid b_tch look at my wrist now (wrist now)
i’m on some flexin’ sh_t
got your b_tch all on facetime (facetime)
but i don’t trust the b_tch
in the maybach, but don’t use the blinds
ain’t never had sh_t
[chorus: terintino]
all my n_ggas savages, they’ll take your sh_t
run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
trappin’ out exotic whips, this b_tch ain’t got no tits
p’s for the 32, i thought i told you this
all my diamonds clarity they always wettin’ sh_t
pull up in that big body with the gang in it
let a n_gga talk crazy then we droppin’ sh_t
scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

- ballout lyrics

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