scako reeve – big ballin’ lyrics
[verse] run in da club wit big stacks, b+tches on my d+ck like who’s that, oh woah, sippin on drank like slow mo, one more time then i gotta go, yeah aye, imma ball hard like drake got the ovo paint on my face, aye yeah
i got supreme on my waist they like it i might catch a case, oh wait, i am the goat no stoppin, numbers on numbers i’m poppin, yea yea, i’m in the store i be shoppin, designer for me cuz i bought it, yea aye
used to wear middle class sh+t now i’m the road wit high class b+tch, she givin slop on my d+ck, after pass her to clique, yea yea
[chorus] imma be a star and sh+t, driving all them cars and sh+t, yea imma go far wit this, next up b+tch i am da kid, aye, countin my cash my mula, u said u better wait who ya, funny how sh+t done changed, haters riding me now that’s strange
[verse] imma go crazy i’m brazy y’all b+tches don’t phase me, for real, imma go trap out da school, i’m swimmin in money u fooll, aye, only gon rock wit gorillas, y’all can’t hang i don’t feel ya, aye, get the f+ck out my face, u don’t talk money u lame, yea, my grind it stayin the same, iced out that won’t change, ya dig
man i be frozen jus like i’m derozan, hottest lil jit from the base to coast end, f+ck is u sayin u ain’t bout action, baby u want it then know that i’m packin, everyday workin u won’t catch me slackin , carry the team yea they callin me captain
508 vicious we don’t needa caption, hoes up on me cuz they want the attachment, opps act silly u know what is happenin, if scako on it then u know that sh+t slappin, f+ck the opps cuz they always be cappin
after i’m done wit this beat get a fee, makin a hit and i made history, all these bum rappers ain’t f+ckin wit me, remember the name scako reeve
cheap sh+t on my neck my chain, hittin these l!cks in the chain, yea i was down bad in this chain, f+ckin yo b+tch in this chain, man why would i take off this chain
i jus been lookin for change, gotta get m’s in the bank, if it ain’t right let’s flank, i learnt a lesson, always get more than the next man, that way you’ll never be stressin, we don’t compare ain’t same, u was jus playin a game, when i was down makin a name, it’s you who the f+ck can u blame (yea who the f+ck can you blame)
[verse] run in da club wit big stacks, b+tches on my d+ck like who’s that, oh woah, sippin on drank like slow mo, one more time then i gotta go, yeah aye, imma ball hard like drake got the ovo paint on my face, aye yeah
i got supreme on my waist they like it i might catch a case, oh wait, i am the goat no stoppin, numbers on numbers i’m poppin, yea yea, i’m in the store i be shoppin, designer for me cuz i bought it, yea aye
used to wear middle class sh+t now i’m the road wit high class b+tch, she givin slop on my d+ck, after pass her to clique, yea
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