Ball Harder Lyrics

I can get it on my own, yeah

Yeah, bitch I did it on my own, yeah, yeah

Bitch I did it on my own, yeah, yeah

Yeah, and we still pourin' fours

Body tatted, back in the PHX

With the static, old tele, DTX

Yeah, with the ratchet, tool equipped, sending havoc

Bullets flyin' like these words, bitch, it's automatic

Diamond tester, going beep beep, on my patek Money counter, going beep beep

It don't sleep sleep, yeah, you should see me With these VVs, tits like Sydney Sweeney

Run a couple bitches on the road for show

Too much twinkle glisten on my gold fasho

Mac 11, ooh, I love the tote

Shoot it pretty, whoa

Bullets through the door

Yeah, yeah, gripping the beam on my 100 round Mac, I need that mac and cheese

She hit my phone but I don't hit back, yeah

I just smashed a leave

She in the way of the green, no weed

She in the way of green

She in the way of green,

She ain't no way to green, no weed

All this liquor, it's been getting strong, too gone

Looking at this bottle, how all of it's gone

Guess I'm drunk driving on this money hunt

Swerving on this money run

But I'm still gon' get it till I'm number one

And even then, I ain't gon' be done

Just rolled up some runts, smoke it like a runt

Never hit it from the front

Shit, I'm just being blunt

Leather kicks just like a punt

They just copy how I stunt, yeah, yeah, yeah

Body tatted, back in the PHX

With the static, old tele, DTX

Yeah, with the ratchet, tool equipped, sending havoc

Bullets flyin' like these words, bitch, it's automatic

Diamond tester, going beep beep, on my patek Money counter, going beep beep

It don't sleep sleep, yeah, you should see me With these VVs, tits like Sydney Sweeney

But I don't really care about her tits, though

I done seen damn way too many tits, hoe

All I care about is getting really rich, hoe

Make a couple hits too, I don't see a issue

I'm acting snotty, like damn I need a tissue

All these women, but I won't commit to

Nah break and leave a scar

Hearts I'ma rob

Guess I've been a player since the very damn start

Still a star player, all the broads that I balled

Still a hard player, all the bricks that I hauled Pouring out my heart all my rights and my wrongs

Still gon' get it going

Walking in my Rick Owens

Cocaine get your bitch going

Feel like Scarface how my lil' friend is a big bully

Money to the crowned ceiling

I've been out of town, Crillon,

Smoking on this pound, grilling

Ride round with my hounds, willing

We gon' bring them down, building, yeah

Body tatted, back in the PHX

With the static, old tele, DTX

Yeah, with the ratchet, tool equipped, sending havoc

Bullets flyin' like these words, bitch, it's automatic

Diamond tester, going beep beep, on my patek Money counter, going beep beep

It don't sleep sleep, yeah, you should see me With these VVs, tits like Sydney Sweeney

Oh, I'm gone

I've been rolling really strong, oh

I've been smoking so strong, yeah

Like, what

Nah, keep it running then I'm gone

Made another one, made another one (And we still pourin' fours)

Bitch I made another one (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

And we still pourin' fours (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Yeah, and we still pourin' fours