Ballin Lyrics

Way too cold for these niggas don't like me

Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike

All said I'm flodging until they seen me ballin

Pull up in that GT, A Stinger what you call it

Way too cold for these niggas don't like me

Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike

All said on flodging until they seen me ballin

Pull up in that GT, A Stinger what you call it

Fifty thousand off that showroom, I'm a baller

Posted on the gram, now your bitch got the callin

White bitch had acting stuck up, now she on the curb

She cried and she came back, baby had to learn

Back when I had a fro, I thought about a perm

If you not from the west, then you would never get it

Niggas talk behind your back, cuz they don't want no issues

Talkin' bout they gun, seventeen my pistol

Kick back with a thick bitch on the island

Scared to get them tattoos, cause niggas be describing

How I feel with a nigga tail, shoot the block up

Connected with them folks, beat the pot till it lock up

Lost my gun plug, he disappeared on the fuck up

I remember Kam, he was tryna pimp hoes

I can fuck all night, baby, is you a nympho?

One of my lover boys, but still got a habit of breakin' hoes

Way too cold for these niggas don't like me

Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike

All said im flodging until they seen me ballin

Pull up in that GT, A Stinger what you call it

Way too cold for these niggas don't like me

Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike

All said im flodging until they seen me ballin

Pull up in that GT, A Stinger what you call it

I remember bustin' heads open, I did it with bricks

They people talkin' crazy, niggas pulled up with sticks

I was ten years old, nigga, really just a kid

When it come to your boy, niggas down to peel your cap back

Put some niggas on your bitch, they been dyin' just to crack that

But I been in them streets thuggin, I'm watchin' my back

Some niggas be level-headed, just tryna figure out

Sometimes without the proof, niggas gon' attack

Sometimes niggas be solo or runnin' packs

I'm a by myself gangster, cause these niggas be rats

Loudest in the room, tryna hide his insecurities

I'm a entrepreneur, not another minority

Tryna upgrade my lifestyle and do it with authority

Ayy, bitch, we some motherfuckin' bosses

Like Rick Ross, like Master P

Like slim thug, like Nip was, you feel me

You gotta dig it.

Way too cold for these niggas don't like me

Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike

All said on flodging until they seen me ballin

Pull up in that GT, A Stinger, what you call it

Way too cold for these niggas don't like me

Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike

All said on flodging until they seen me ballin

Pull up in that GT, a stinger, what you call it