Ballpark Lyrics

All you motherfuckers, ha ha ha, okay, nigga, give me the bucket list

I'm putting cases on all you bitches

No, I don't think so

You think you can do this shit

Duh, duh, nigga

You think you can do this to me

Of course, of course, nigga

You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you

I doubt it, nigga

Shoot program, nigga

Yeah, nah, we ballin', nigga

23-hour lockdown

I'm the man up in this thing

Somebody used to ask for shit, but niggas out here, they can sell

Now I'm getting to it

Got it off the ground

I ain't need no help

At this moment, Hellstar shirt, pants, evisu pants with the Supreme belt

The way the game going, niggas fouling out

We need a roof

Will Go, ghost mode and get the payrolls while my mood is stuck on stealth

Was fucking with the bass

Fuck that treble

Swear y'all a** wasn't there

I can teach you how to hustle, nigga

Just pull up a chair

I got drugs everywhere

Don't cop one, come get a pair

Meanwhile, they think they can't guard Jigga

That's a Mismatch

Hooping on a broke nigga

Make your nigga fix that

Woedy everything up in a trap

Nigga, we don't never lack

Strong exotics up up in this bitch

That a fix on cataracts

Balling on a broke bitch

Balling on a fuck nigga

Niggas keep on crossing over

That's why I can't fuck with them

Rather shoot my shot with drugs

Now that money be stuck with me

Buddy need a zip

I got it

This shit here like 150

Knew I was a real trapper when I had touch fifty

Get a brick and you can have the jewels that cost a leg and foot

I done seen so much paper shoot

I can write a book

Had to keep grinding

Promise you don't know how long this shit took

Now that be like Jigga, man

Every time a nigga look

I'm a young nigga trying to scoot up and just catch a jig

Cartier's with the wood

Draco with the wood

Sport the Gucci frame so you know that Jigga living good

Still having fish fry's

Y'all can pull up to the hood

Still having cake

Boy, y'all better get that understood

Moon rock with weight

Bitch, I'm getting high as I should

Had to keep pumping like that motherfucking engine could

Remember I used to ask for shit

But niggas a out here they for self

Now I'm getting to it

Got it off the ground

I ain't need no help

At this moment, hell star shirt evisu with the supreme belt

The way the game going

Niggas fouling out

We need a ref

Go-ghost mode and get the payrolls

While my mode is stuck on stealth

Fucking with the bass

Fuck that treble

Swear y'all a** wasn't there

I can teach you how to hustle, nigga

Just pull up a chair

I got drugs everywhere

Don't call at one

Come get a pair

Get you two of 'em