Ballistic ft. Traq Santana Lyrics

See right now I'm pissed.

A got locked cos a pagan boy wanna play with toys like Sid

Man got bunned n he ran to sing

What? Why?! Now swing my riz

Man can duck, but the 9ner tucked

Bro cock that tore off his lid

I leave my man with more than a Ching

I Left my my man with less than a chin

Can't step foot in the church cos I might burn for the cardinal sin

You lot virgin never pushed it in

Let the carnage in

I woke to my Rambo turning, I was hurting tryna take some skin

BDM thin em out like kim, Yes

Take his bread, that boy wanna act like a baker

He been baiting now now his necks all red, Bogan boy got Ying in his head

We said it's coke n we sold him 'ket'

So my First rack got spent on a tech

Risky biz no regrets, cuh family smile when they seen that check

Gyal wanna speak on me but her dads my custy, sold him musty hash

They got the tank on E, but the whip got got speed, Bro swerve for a dusty crash

Back out the pole and their feet get cold, like I switch this flow see the pagan stagger

Back out the pole and their feet get cold, like I switch this flow see the pagan stagger

Them man just trip, trip and lack

My bro jus dip, twist and gap

Big KM got bun off the ped, His older took got one in the head

2 for 1 the coupons done, Expiry date was 021

2 for 1 the coupons done, Expiry date was 021

I can't get done for the drills I done cuh the drills I done were diabolic

Cuz came through with a colder one, cos the hotter ones too slow in country

Feds came through and them boys jus folded, yes their trust fell apart like humpty

They can't step but they can sing, so We turn them mute with a sawn off Pumpy

Nunna this shi make sense

Nunna this shi make sense

I took 2 xans in the traphouse then woke up in my side bitch bedroom

Yg been trappin in circles But I kno best jus give him some legroom

Ion say that I'm Escobar , but your bitch want fuck on the plug

I need face, shorty givin me uck we know she for team so i pass her to bruh

Prayed hard that this one would hit, said Mashallah when I saw my cut

I thought it was love, my lifestyle wild, Fucked up wasnt there enough if she was police then I'd let her cuff

Blue face I need me a Chrisean

Willpower gone get that hit , he's Grammy bound in his mind be a picture

Lost hoes ion miss one ,

Traq tryna blow on the charts like missle king jong un can't even fuck wit this one

Bunda come like a bongo , shorty wan fuck I'm hittin tha big drum it might be your main ting that I bring home

Hate the game not player you been sore

May the weather give rain I been Floyd

I could never cross my bro like Cane

He still sin wearin crucifixes, kno I'm able to take tha chain

Trap unstable , I'll click tha bape

Lotta shi ion understand, still got faith tho I rarely pray

It's Time of the month she still give face

Mans not tryna be entertained