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ballout - cap or die lyrics

[intro]
(the streets need you, my n-gg-)
yeah, uh (beat gang)
ballout baby in this motherf-cker, n-gg-
million cash in this b-tch, n-gg-
wraith outside right now, n-gg-
you know how we comin’, back to back maybachs, n-gg-
benzes, n-gg-, srt’s, n-gg-, h-llcats, n-gg- (inglewood sh-t)
lil’ hatin’ -ss n-gg-
i see you hatin’ all in your videos, your interviews, n-gg-
lil’ f-ck n-gg- (lil’ -ss n-gg-)
ayy (burr)

[verse]
14 years old, i was breaking down p’s (breakin’ sh-t down, n-gg-)
at my auntie’s house, i ain’t care if she came in (n-gg-)
bills gettin’ paid, she ain’t care if i came in
foes had the glock and i had the f&n
i got it out the mud, i’ma get it through thick and thin (n-gg-)
i was shocked when sosa first pulled up in a benz (sos’, baby)
i was on the block trappin’ all night and day
i had two for five and i had three for ten (and i had five for twenty)
if you wanted somethin’ that’s when you could get it in (n-gg-)
i got it for a good number, you know it ain’t no mid (n-gg-)
at the trap spot, we got choice sh-t (we got choices in this motherf-cker)
i don’t know if i wanna tote the chopper or the sig (brrah)
walkin’ in aod and pullin’ off with your b-tch (skrrt)
racks in my pocket, all these hoes think i’m rich (bands)
i put her on the flight, now she takin’ off her ‘fit (flex)
i put her in the water, now she showin’ me her t-ts (flex)
i’m walkin’ up to saks and they showin’ me they kicks (hah)
before i try the shoe on, she blowin’ me a kiss (mwah)
20k in my hand, blew it on my ‘fit (yeah)
another twenty, i could’ve blew it on a b-tch, ayy (ayy)
four hundred in this cup, a dirty six (lean)
i’m leanin’, can’t see behind the tint
balenciaga steppin’, could’ve paid your rent (balenciaga steppin’)
i know you never thought you’d see me in this bent’ (skrrt)
smoking orange cookies out the jar (orange cookies)
blue hundreds, pinky fifties, and a scar (blue hundreds)
chopper got the light, hit you in the dark
you can be real, you can have heart
everybody already know ball a real street n-gg- (ballout)
i don’t f-ck with rap n-gg-s, only f-ck with street n-gg-s (haha)
broad day, put your p-ssy -ss to sleep, n-gg- (p-ssy boy)
broke -ss n-gg-, i throw some hundreds on a freak, n-gg- (on that b-tch)
on that trackhawk, drop them tracks, just went a hundred on a jeep, n-gg- (h-llcat)
you ain’t seen no money, you ain’t a street n-gg-
if she ain’t got no head on her body then she weak
only exotics get me geeked
mansion got the high ceilings, miami on a beach
i pull up in a different foreign every week
jet skis on the water, i’m somewhere in the sea
no location, i can’t even drop a pin
independent but i can buy a benz
whippin’ arm & hammer, i don’t need friends

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