Balling from the Bleachers ft. Frvme Lyrics

I can't even lie, I've been ballin' from the bleachers

I don't fuck with school, no, I never fuck with teachers

Dress in all black, yeah, I'm lookin' like the Reaper

She blow my phone in class, yeah, I don't think I need her

You could tell she mine, cause she wearin' my T-shirt

Talk so much, my teeth hurt

Balenci's on my denims, yeah, I'm feelin' like the rebirth

I fuck her till her knees hurt, I don't really need her

She said she wanna go to Paris, baby, pay your fees first

Fifty for a pair of kicks, you won't find that

I'm just starin' at her hips, and she don't mind that

I'm, I'm just at the party, tryna' find out where the line at

You boy broke and so you had to buy that shit on finance

My wrist cold as hell, you know that that shit change the climate

No mountain too tall, enough, you know I'ma climb it

Even though I can't find myself, you know I'ma find it

You know, this shit so rough, you know I'm a diamond

My wrist cold as hell, you know that that shit change the climate

No mountain too tall, enough, you know I'ma climb it

Even though I can't find myself, you know I'ma find it

You know this shit so rough

I can't even lie, I been ballin' from the bleachers

I don't fuck with school, but no, I never fuck with teachers

Dress in all black, yeah, I'm lookin' like the Reaper

She blow my phone in class, yeah, I don't think I need her

You could tell she mine, cause she wearin' my T-shirt

Talk so much, my teeth hurt

Balenci's on my denims, yeah, I'm feelin' like the rebirth

Yeah, I fuck her till her knees hurt, I don't really need her

She said she wanna go to Paris, baby, pay your fees, first

Now I'm ballin' like I'm with the Knicks, fuck a thousand

Now it's Nike swish up on my kicks

My family switch up cause I'm rich

They don't really understand, they talk shit on the way I live

Overseas, I'm countin' bands

But they think that I'm hittin' licks

Long conversations with the Reapers

I hopped off the plane, now I'm fuckin' off this feature

No, I don't fuck with drakes, but my brothers keep a heater

Come fuck with the gang, then they'll put you on a T-shirt

Fuck the violence

I wanna hear em scream my name I hate the silence

I moved to Atlanta, now it's gunshots and sirens

Hennessy and Vyvanse

Pour a 4 up in my cup, let's hit that beat and ride it

I've been balling from the bleachers

I don't fuck with school, no, I never fuck with teachers

Dress in all black, yeah, I'm lookin' like the Reapers

She blow my phone in class, yeah, I don't think I need her

You could tell she mine, cause you're wearin' my T-shirt

I talk so much, my teeth hurt

Balenci's on my denims, yeah, I'm feelin' like the rebirth

Yeah, I fuck her till her knees hurt, I don't really need her

She said she wanna go to Paris, baby, pay your fees first