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gmo stax - show you how to ball lyrics

[intro]
(don’t play with stompa)

[verse 1: gmo stax]
never played sports, i could still show you how to ball
put the money up ’cause it really got you if you fall
on my worst days, kept a smile, n+gga, through it all
n+ggas act like b+tches, tell ’em somethin’, they gon’ tell it all
never ballhog, i got the ball, then we all ball
you don’t want no money, then i gotta stay from ’round y’all
all the sh+t that i done did, b+tch, i’m top dog
turnt n+gga, i’ma still shine when the lights off
this lil’ money in my pocket what your life cost
the same hoes y’all called wifey, for us, all goin’
for the money, it got tricky, i done had to risk it all
any situation i was in, i always stood tall
focus on the money, my b+tch mad, i ain’t tryna talk
two thousand for my shoes, that’s a thousand еvery time i walk
they payin’ mе for verses, that’s ten thousand every time i talk
you ain’t ’bout that sh+t you say you ’bout, n+gga, knock it off
when it’s time to go and drill, you get dropped off
bro so tweaked out, he done cut his box off
say he had to go and slide and knock an opp off
my n+gga died, a n+gga died, we is not y’all
i blocked all her phone numbers and she still call
coach ain’t put me in the game and i still ball
she say it make her p+ssy wet the way a n+gga talk
i ain’t say a word to her and her panties off
all these hoes wanna f+ck when you gettin’ off
bosses linkin’ up with bosses, you ain’t up enough
don’t get in your feelings, n+gga, run your money up
gmo finna f+ck another summer up
still in grind mode, finna put another hundred up
certified tweaker, broad day’ll drop a hundred+plus
she say ain’t no other n+gga like me, b+tch, i’m one of none
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
i can drop a song tonight and start another run
i’m in the strike, they hit the lights, i’m on another run
where that lightskin b+tch that was at the club? bro, she don’t never run
i caught a n+gga in the morning, he thought it was a track meet
me and freddie hoppin’ out the scat with two black skis
got a red fob, so don’t think i only got a black key
if you heard i hit your b+tch, bro, don’t come and ask me
i might laugh at your ass, then hit you with the back of the heat
huh, b+tch, we stay on tip
i could’ve bought a car with what i spent up on my ‘fit
think about all the money you ever made, i spent that on my kit
unc’ done f+cked the work up, now that sh+t look like grits
ain’t never played football, but i’m finna send a blitz
she send me all her fl!cks before she even post the sh+t
crazy part about it, she not even mine, bro, that’s bro lil’ b+tch
ask if she wanna f+ck me and my b+tch and they both open with it
you can’t do that sh+t ’cause you ain’t got no motion, n+gga
double dutch the chop and the glock, i’m tryna rope a n+gga
huh, i got richer and somehow, all of my clothes got bigger
don’t make me and gmo come lil’ bro you n+ggas

[outro: babyfxce e]
yeah
it’s with an x, n+gga
striker gang, striker boys, walk down gang, all that sh+t, n+gga
know what the f+ck goin’ on

- gmo stax lyrics

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