BLACKBALL ft. KAYLUP YES Lyrics

Folk in my face I'm a superstar

Niggas hang around cuz of who I are

Get a lot of love cuz of what I got

Say they happy for me but they really not

Sell a lot of records and I roll a Benz

All up in the spot now I'm losing friends

All I wanna do is give the world my heart

Record label try to make me compromise my art

They wanna black ball a nigga

But bitches love me wanna catcall a nigga

I smoke an eighth like a black ball nigga

Get off my, get off my black balls nigga

Aye

They wanna black ball a nigga

But bitches love me wanna catcall a nigga

I keep a tec like a bad call nigga

Get off my, get off my black balls nigga

Aye

Fuck is poppin, all up in my duffle

Niggas talking shit. Shit be sounding muffled

That shit be seven fold but a nigga never buckle

I'm laced with game to change the game, aye

Fuck is going down yo I'm back up in this bitch, aye

Run it Chris Brown like it's track up in this bitch, aye

Real shit mixed up with some fuck how you feeel shit

Break a bitch down like a fraction in this bitch, aye

(Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!)

Aye bitch I'm in pursuit I never lag

Chase a bag like I'm out here playing tag

Ain't shit funny but a nigga Jim Carrey

The boy who lived so a nigga been Harry

Fuck an Uncle Tom yo a nigga been Jerry

See I'm all about the C.R.E.A.M. like a nigga Ben n Jerry

They stay fucking with the browns and the blacks man

I ain't fucking with you clowns like I'm Batman

They wanna black ball a nigga

But bitches love me wanna catcall a nigga

I smoke an eighth like a black ball nigga

Get off my, get off my black balls nigga

Aye

They wanna black ball a nigga

But bitches love me wanna catcall a nigga

I keep a tec like a bad call nigga

Get off my, get off my black balls nigga

Aye

Who you know that got the booth and the block on lock and rock a flock of bad bitches cuz they jock it?

(Who you know)

Who you know that got the cops on patrol at the spot looking for us like it's hot cuz they jock it?

(Yeah)

I ain't do no wrong officer, it's been so long since I had to hit your phone like

Damn where you at bitch

I was at my home officer on the phone with my lady friend in Rome like

Damn were you at bitch

I can't save face with you

I can't race with you

You wonder why we don't share the same space with you

Same place, different time zone

Bitch, the rhyme zone is mind blown

I keep the wine grown ripe like Mike in Red Black and white

I'm ice cold looking through a glass ceiling with a colored blind fold and my eyes closed

To all that bullshit they talkin'

All that nonsense don't complement the mood that I'm rockin'

They trying to keep the lights low

They way I'm moving now it's looking like a dice roll

(that's some shit I can't expect)

I'm just trying to manifest shit in my soul, shit that I compose.

Greedy hoes acting like they can't invest

They wanna black ball a nigga

But bitches love me wanna catcall a nigga

I smoke an eighth like a black ball nigga

Get off my, get off my black balls nigga

Aye

They wanna black ball a nigga

But bitches love me wanna catcall a nigga

I keep a tec like a bad call nigga

Get off my, get off my black balls nigga

Aye