sylvy – big ballin’ lyrics
yeah
gang gang
man i came from the bottom
now i’m headed to the top
man i gotta get the guap
man i gotta run it up
red beam tell you stop
red beam wit’ a dot
red beam to the op
f+ck twelve, f+ck the cops gang gang
i was servin’ on the block
gotta choppa wit’ the d+ck on em’
b+tch i’m ridin’ wit’ the stick on me
choppa wit’ the the f+ckin’ kick on it
yeah, i ain’t playin’
choppa on me and it go super saiyan
save that money for the storm when it’s raining
yeah, and that’s no cap
f+ckin’ wit’ me and i’ll pop at your cap
i get to the money i’m countin’ this bag
all of my n+ggas be popping them tags
hop in the coup and i go do the dash
i heard your music and that sh+t was trash
run to the money i ain’t talkin’ bout’ flash
i got the stacks and i put
all of the diamonds right in my stash
yeah yeah
i be ballin’
ballin’ like i’m spalding
step back like james harden
i can go do it regardless
all of these n+ggas they talkin’
all of these n+ggas they stallin’
when i go get to the bag
i might just get that girl and take her shopping
yeah, every season i’m on offense and on defense
for no reason, say she love me don’t believe it
i be wildin’ straight chief keefin’
what you wanna be?
run up in the scene
pull a hoe easy, cause i got the key whoo
i’ma keep going until i get my money longer than a centipede
i get the bag and i run it up
she drink a n+gga nut, like a seven up
boxes of the drugs like a pizza hut
got that thang on me n+gga keep it tucked
huh, ok
mac eleven and that sh+t finna spray
smokin’ on gas smoke dope all day
i’m in the kitchen i’m whipping fillet
and that’s on my mama
b+tch i be blowing up sh+t like osama
n+gga i f+ck on yo mom and yo daughter
play wit’ the gang and yo ass getting slaughtered
i got my strikes in the street like obama
i’m wit’ the gang and we all about drama
i’m sellin’ chicken you can meet the llama
young tae b+tch i run to the commas
ooh ooh
i’m in a whole different league
i’m on a whole different team
all of these n+ggas they weak, seven days
count up my chips, frito+lay
n+gga compete? not today
hannah montana when i start a wave
i’ma shine bright better get shades
put em’ in a box like home depot
b+tch i be ballin’, no cheat code
take a pic cause i’m cold no frozone
high up in the ozone, yeah yuh
n+ggas be sh+ttin’ cause i be on taki sh+t
you cannot take my hoe you ain’t got confidence
call me rihanna cause i be on diamond sh+t
ooh yeah, no h0m+
smack your b+tch wit’ the pole
i am not talkin’ santa
she just want my banana
p+ssy taste like tropicana
i got the sauce and i’m drippin’ like fanta
hop in the ghost or i hop in the phantom
switchin’ my hoes n+gga like the channel
she play wit’ my d+ck like the keys of pianos
drip, sauce
b+tch i’ma boss
dripping’ like da voss
yeah this sh+t cost
you can take a loss
pockets fat, rick ross
f+ck her, she get tossed
cheap ass n+gga, shop at ross
yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
what, yeah
phss whoo
gang gang gang gang
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