Yung Redd - Ballin Outta Control lyrics

(*talking*) Ha, man it's going down baby what E.S.G., man I got three young thoed a** n***as in here with me baby Know I'm tal'n bout, my lil' partna D-Gotti Lil' Redd from H.S.E., my partna Kano It's going down baby, a lil' some'ing like this ha [Hook] Say whoo, swoop the coupe off the showroom flo' (maaan, you balling out of control) Say whoo pop roof, 20's got me sitting low (maaan, you balling out of control) Say whoo, I got a gallon and a pound of endo (maaan, you balling out of control) Say whoo, if you low cost thirty or mo' (maan, you balling out of control) [Yung Redd] I'm a playa, running through Texas freaks Plus we count a lot of money, pushing Lexus jeeps These hoes stacking ends, don't sit next to creeps Everybody's main squeeze, having s** with me Look I keep a froze wrist, you could believe that Girls stop in they tracks, like we playing freeze tag And Redd don't deal with em, if she's a fleas bag I'm worth ten mill, fa sho we brag We ride on motor bikes, and floss big Jags Splurge in the mall, and come out with big bags A potent fo' dranker, that'll guzzle or juggle bar When broads tug my rope, it's like tug of war Now what you wanna be, a thug or a star A s**a-Free n***a, in the club at the bar (say playboy, now what you did last summer) Oh yeah went to the car lot, and bought the last Hummer [Hook] [D-Gotti] Jumped out the six, let the gators touch this jacket Fendi With my Glock on my side, with two charges pending Let my 20's do the spinning, while I'm puffing on doe-doe Last month I knocked my b**h, a C-74-4 Keep my bidness on the low-low, nobody knows about the branch With a stallions on the ankles, and the dibs I do in France Out in advance to bleed, water and submarines The coast guard on the payroll, having a stab smoking cheese Blame me, for stealing the galleria out of bidness Now I shop on the internet, to let the world feel my riches Make em stop look and listen, when I'm popping surround Jumping down with ice glistening, Gucci to the ground it's going down [Kano] From sun up to sun down, I'ma ball and parlay With all my n***as around the way, H-Town is where I stay Bladed up and faded up, bubble eyes on the street I pick my heat for them haters, and baller blockers I meet I get peeped in this game, a surround professor b**h n***a digester, wide frame carressor I test a yellow hoe, as I ride by slow On choppers I caught the eye, of a n***a block away a bopper But I ain't stopping, I'm smashing off on chrome and spinners With block benders, and representers I mash like blenders Pulverize contenders, that try to jump on the mic If you ain't pimping a pen, then you ain't doing it right n***a [Hook] [E.S.G.] f** cruise control, I mash the gas to the flo' Six double O, blunt filled with endo No perfecto, cause I prefer an optimoe I'm tipping through the scene, watching screens sitting low Cause your hoes is my hoes, they following me When you called her last night, she was swallowing me E.S.G. on DVD, and I be thugging it up All my diamonds princess cut, look like I just dug em up The way they twinkle and sparkle, white two grey valet parker At the Kappa in a drop, with mo' hops than Vince Carter A.C. cold when I roll, turn your sys' up Tell your baby mama, stop blowing my Sprint up Hundred D's on trees, playboy match that Want a Bentley next year, know D-Reck can back that What's next a platinum plack, my dogs been with me Only rapper with a contract, the size of King Whitney [Hook - 2x]