Ball Hog
Me and Stan shooting movie clips
We the Warner Bros ten box of Backwoods
It's looking like the corner store
Every one stuffed with an
Eigthy and some Oreos
Riding 'round Tennessee 8 with
Some foreign hoes i might Delta first class
To explore the coast
Chop put his ass to bed like
It's full of Morgan Gross
My ball hog activated, bitch
I'm in my scoring mode
Money phone beeping for the pape
I'm ignoring hoes
Money phone beeping, money phone beeping
Feeling like I'm Vis 2012 winter season
Shooter catch you out, trail yo ass
Flip yo demons
Shit talker, had to Colgate and Listerine it
I don't need no help, fuck a deal
That's how I'm feeling lately
You are not tough
You off a Perc' and you just feeling crazy
In the booth or in the store
But either way I'm milli' chasing
SBDSM, it ain't no gang affiliation
On Telegram with my hacker mans
He be code breaking
Lifestyle faster than a bitch
I ain't got no patience
I'm the type to drop sixty on you
Have the coach hate you
Barking in the 2021, yo whip slow, ain't it?
Walk down season
Got a beam and an iron sight
Lil' pretty bitch head down
Know I like it trife bitch asked what I am
I'm the number after ninety-nine
I don't go to Somerset no more
Can never find my size
Oh, you think you fucking with Tron?
Well let's go line for line
Oh, you think your hoes colder too?
Let's go dime for dime pull up
They gon' think we hit your
Block with some dynamite
Tryna swing? You gon' find a slug
You won't find a fight
Find a plug and make sure you
Flood if the price is right
Hopping out the hot tub with suds
This the island life
Nike tech equipped, lil' bitch
It's a swipey night
Backpack Boys got me cooked
I'm too high to drive
You can tell the bow eight thousand
By the way I cough
With yo bitch getting good head
In a spacious loft
I'm finna just show ya'll all year
'cause I hate to talk
Got it on my own, all hustle
I ain't pay to ball
Forty-eight minutes nonstop
I'm a real player
Unc' said if the seal pop
That's a deal breaker
Know some motherfuckers in the
Mountains making pill paper
Finna stack a hundred jacks up
I'll find Jill later
Bitch, I got the sauce right now
Been hip for 300 but you know the sight 5
Better lock in and make it happen
You know time flies
2021, we in yo bushes, fuck a drive-by
I ain't have nobody in my corner
Now the crowd rooting
Bounce back from every L I took
I ain't about losing
Talking 'bout the ShittyBoyz
Ain't turnt? Boy, you sound stupid
I done hit dawg fiancé and
Left the house ruined it's 2021
I bet I rap the caption of the year
I sense snake vibes
I'ma mow the grass until it's clear
Dior backpack
Please don't ask me what I have in here
Ice 'em up like a chandelier
It ain't no standards near