[Intro YhungTO]
Ballin
We be ballin, ballin'
[Verse 1-Lil Sheik]
Big money ballin', Lil Sheik been shot callin
3-point shooters with this Glock
The way them shots fallin
Hit the mall and tear it up
Lil Sheik ballin, pull off in a Porsche like it's a sport
I got so used to ballin
And when you livin' like I'm livin' all these b**hes callin'
Can't get enough dope dick keep them b**hes callin'
Pillow talking at the school, cut it out, jawsin
Hatin on me cus you see a young n***a ballin
Cus I'm younger, older n***as hate to see me flossin
Step in them balencies while you n***as still J-walkin
Burberry on my shirt, Kev vanwalkin
Broke a** flexin' on the gram n***a stop talkin'
[Hook-Lil Sheik]
Clutchin' 40's with them beams
Big guns on this team
Young n***a 16, hella bands what we mean
I flipwork and send P's that's how I'm livin' in these streets
Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team
Ruth Chris it's on me, baby what you wanna eat
p**y weak then it's a fee
I'm tryna drown in that sea
Bust it open for a P
Chasin' bands I can't breathe
Run marathons for my cheese
For the money in my jeans
[Verse 2-YhungTO]
All a n***a ever wanted was some paper
Me and my n***as touchin' bands and they hatin'
I remember all them days we was starvin'
Now a n***a gettin' paid just to say sh**
Bad boy on my May sh**
I be 10 toes down on my gang sh**
Can't a n***a dive in on my tray sh**
SOB ballin' on these n***as we 2King
All these blues, you would think a n***a racist
Tuckin money for them lawyers and them cases
And my b**h got her own she be makin'
Hold you down if you ridin' like you say is
Better keep a bulletproof vest like 50
Got 9 in the 40, 1 less than 50
In town me and Sheik in the jets with them Glocks on us
Couple bands and Wall Street but ain't no stock on us
In my foreign and my 40 ridin' pa**enger
And I wish a n***a would like a captain
And my b**h bad way far from average
And they say I'm actin' different how I'm actin
[Verse 3-SlimmyB]
In love with the chop but this Glock, that's my side thang
It was me and TT Gucci down in the 9th grade
40 put a n***a in a suit like it's Prom Day
And every time I slide, I'm tryna score like shots made
I'm OT, on the road chasin more cheese
Hunnid blues and green, with a chop the same size as me
Shootin' 2-2 three's
This b**h kick like a soccer team
SOB b**h if you ain't gang you can't rock with me
Me and Sheik been snatchin' hoes
Been stackin' pros
Got the stick pokin', Big 40
Been had them poles
Hit n***as blocks with them chops and start snatchin souls
Switch clips and keep knockin'
Like I been knockin at the door
Still on the block, b**h I'm posted till my heels ache
Got her on the blade bustin' dates till her heels break
n***as been tryna bite the swag but they still can't
On my grind n***a I ain't stoppin' till a mill made
[Hook-Lil Sheik]
Clutchin' 40's with them beams
Big guns on this team
Young n***a 16, hella bands what we mean
I flipwork and send P's that's how I'm livin' in these streets
Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team
Ruth Chris it's on me, baby what you wanna eat
p**y weak then it's a fee
I'm tryna drown in that sea
Bust it open for a P
Chasin' bands I can't breathe
Run marathons for my cheese
For the money in my jeans