DY of 808 Mafia - Ball lyrics

[Hook: Fredo Santana] Ball on these n***as mane like there's no tomorrow Got a couple bad b**hes on me, I don't even call Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off Real trap n***a man, I done sold it all Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b**hes to call Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] Wack n***as be loony tunes, I will shoot at any goon These little n***as, y'all can't fit up in my shoes Y'all know I carry big old tools, I go by them big old rules I can teach ya a** off even though I dropped out of school I don't speak for f**ing nothing, have my shooters shoot at you If there's beef or something, I don't do what rappers do In the trap, I'm trapping fool, want a pound? I'm taxing you Want a brick? I'm taxing you but try to rob, I'm clapping you Say you a street n***a but in jail giving up your food? Boy you ain't a street n***a, who the f** you trying to fool? 10 bands on your head just to get my shorty's something to do More like free Money and 'em cause I'ma pull up too [Hook: Fredo Santana] Ball on these n***as mane like there's no tomorrow Got a couple bad b**hes on me, I don't even call Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off Real trap n***a man, I done sold it all Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b**hes to call Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought [Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid] Ever since my pops died, no father figure 4 years later, lost my brother, mission harder n***a Now I'm 15 with a strapped out 30 Me and little Waka catch you slippin', do you dirty Came a long way from So Icy to the Squad b**h who with me to chop some sh** apart Momma was a hustler, daddy was a k**er Added up my options but this pistol felt more realer So I'ma ball on 'em like there's no tomorrow Ball on 'em like there's no tomorrow I might just set it off, all in the car 100 rounds, all in the car [Hook: Fredo Santana] Ball on these n***as mane like there's no tomorrow Got a couple bad b**hes on me, I don't even call Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off Real trap n***a man, I done sold it all Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b**hes to call Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought