Blackballed ft. Marty Mula Lyrics

Blackballed, Let me go and talk that bag talk

Niggas hotter than the summertime on asphalt

I ain't really with the talkin let the mag spark

Hold on you tripping nigga better not take your mask off

Say you hotter than uh stop the cap dawg

Why all these niggas two-faced like they cat-dog

Four niggas going dumb in this go-kart

I don't need to do no talking let the racks talk

Black what? Bitch I'm the boss no you can't do that

I'm in a whole different league go get the rules checked

I want the blues checked, you niggas want a blue check

Posting all them filters on the gram go get your boobs checked

Yeah, yeah, that mean you niggas hoes

I got the diamonds in the pendant, you can't see the gold

And I did it independent like that Webby song

And I don't even really like to flex but Mula got me going

I said hold on, bro, let me get him, get to trippin tho

Niggas say we blackballed, check the pendant bitch it's bussin tho

You can't even match my bitch money, see you hurtin bro

Steady crushin hoes like a soda pop, we buzzin tho

Niggas signing deals for these chains, it's ridiculous

Still a broke and bummy waiting around for a stimulus

All this money got your baby mama acting curious

We in foreign whips, back-to-back, fast and furious

Uh, she must be a nun for you, but with me she a hoochie

I had her screaming in the morning like she was a rooster

I had her bussing like a Uzi and she Bad and Boujee

And I uh on her uh, like a toaster strudel

Really in my bag and I ain't talkin bout no Jansport

Say you owe me bread, we at your door like the landlord

I'm ridin round in something automatic that'll transform

She'll fall for karats on these diamonds, watch it dance on em

Uh, talking spicy moving nicely, I really don't get it

Nobody even pay attention like it's movie credits

Everybody fake as shit with all these movie edits

Everybody rapping 95% bootsie with it

Back-to-back droppin shit in like a encore

Bitch sucking dick for a hour till her mouth sore

Aye brody close that door, I see these niggas tryna backdoor

She only brung a band told her go back bring in ten more

Ten more, take that back, just go double it

I'll get it off of stocks or we can trap it out the Double Inn

Come fuck with it

More than one hustle don't tell the government

I'm cappin I pay taxes so they know that they can't fuck with me

I swear brody got some shit that make a fuck nigga extort

We ain't talking currency, bitch you gotta go and escort

D-I-O-R bitch I'm flyer than the airport

Brody like you tripping why you fucking on your fans for

Uh I can't be just fucking fans, these bitches is groupies

I bring the pole to sneaky links cause I ain't fucking stupid

Don't get shot up in this bitch, I'll make you a movie

I got the camera and the 40, which one is you choosing