rtb mb - ballin lyrics
ballin lyrics
[intro]
(my n_gga lee, i think we got another one)
[chorus: rtb mb]
n_ggas get to talkin’, brodie hit him in his nugget
i just gave this b_tch a ten, i hit her, now i got her stuffin’
catch me in the a with different b_tches, david ruffin, ayy
i just hit his b_tch, that n_gga stupid, he was cuffin’
spin the block with k’s, he ain’t have no time to look up
b_tches runnin’ through the crib, sk!lla boolin’, tryna cook up
i just slid to the d, i want that pack so i hit nuk up
i just caught an opp lackin’, he was chillin’, he got shook up
[verse 1: rtb mb]
hey, but now i’m off that
in the wraith with sticks, catchin’ bullets, randy moss pack
i don’t even want this b_tch, i hit her, so i toss that
chrome heart big b’s, b_tch, you know i had to sauce that
[verse 2: sada baby]
i ain’t make it to the league, but miles did, so i’m chillin’
he can’t sip lean, but i can, he ain’t trippin’
huh, hе off that, huh, but i’m back on that
huh, yeah, huh, caught an opp, we got him shook up, huh
i ain’t got no discounts, f_ck a hook_up, huh, huh
told a b_tch we ’bout to f_ck, f_ck a hook_up, huh
givе police a fake name, f_ck the hook up
white b_tch love adderall, hooker hooked on uppers, huh
n_ggas think they cutthroat, but mines tougher, huh
we the type to b_tch_smack you front your mother, huh
take it to you, then bring the smoke to your brother, huh, huh
40 singin’ like trey songz or usher, huh
hit my dougie, my douglas, no buster, huh
n_gga, i ain’t never scared, bone crusher, huh
f_ck what them n_ggas said, we gon’ rush you
boy, you know it’s money on your head, they gon’ touch you
b_tch, i’m the rich n_gga, and the—
huh, yeah, i’m the rich n_gga, ooh, and the muscle, huh
you a b_tch n_gga, confused, puzzled, huh
your b_tch hair used, no rapunzel, huh
try to pull on that sh_t, she gon’ tumble, huh
i got pull around this b_tch, big unky, huh
flunky, i’m an ape, you a monkey, keep it funky
uh, david ruffin in the a, different b_tches, extra druggy
don’t bump into you in the a, get up on you, do ’em wrong
bump into you in the a, get up on you, leave ’em slumped
ayy, huh, i know you a p_ssy, we know you a punk
ayy, huh, i’ll catch a body like i’m ’bout to dunk
[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
huh, shoot him from the crib, josh jackson, the pistons
chopper leave an o on a n_gga back, miles bridges
i don’t know how to act, i’m ignant
gang keep winnin’ all the games like we rigged it
lately i been ballin’ like i hoop and stuff
stay away from n_ggas that like to talk but ain’t doin’ nothin’
young dog only wanna play offense, he shootin’ somethin’
in the trap ballin’, i should get an offer from duke or somethin’
i really ballhog it, i score the ball often
but i’ll pass the ball too ’cause we all ballin’
cross a n_gga up, throw up the gang, i’m just john wallin’
my big bro top five, he lonzo ballin’
[chorus: rtb mb]
n_ggas get to talkin’, brodie hit him in his nugget
i just gave this b_tch a ten, i hit her, now i got her stuffin’
catch me in the a with different b_tches, david ruffin, ayy
i just hit his b_tch, that n_gga stupid, he was cuffin’
spin the block with k’s, he ain’t have no time to look up
b_tches runnin’ through the crib, sk!lla boolin’, tryna cook up
i just slid to the d, i want that pack so i hit nuk up
i just caught an opp lackin’, he was chillin’, he got shook up
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