Beverly Hills

Lyrics

[Intro: Ballout] That's Emazin Shit really amazing, man, you know, shit getting you me, you know Rise of the Glo Gang Empire, man Glo [Chorus: Ballout] I'm selling pills, out in Beverly Hills, fuck with them white people They're my people, get me all that reefah, 'bout three hundred fucking pounds Of that loud, Ball don't smoke no brown, Ball don't smoke no mild Ball do Xans, Tadoe off Molly, bitch, we rock the crowd Three hundred swole, bitch, we run the globe, Glo Gang run the show Ball got hoes, Ball fucked so many hoes, Ball won't cuff no hoe Ball won't go, Ball won't wife no hoe, my bitch loves his pole Ball love dough, Ball get some much dough, he count so much dough [Verse 1: Tadoe] Yeah, we got rolls, but we still in the field, fuck around and get you killed They took my uncle, fuck around and come and hurt you I put that shit on Money, this Glo Gang summer Fuck niggas know they ain't nothin', gotta pull up that Hummer with a fifty in and a TEC Best move or you get wet, nigga disrespect my set, Glo Gang set Niggas know they ain't on shit, they see me, they want a pic, they on my dick Nigga you a fan, get back or you get hit with a thirty stick Niggas playing both sides, nigga tell me if you with that opp shit 'Cause my nigga ain't for none, we be quick to drop shit Gotta whole lotta guns, gotta whole lotta niggas with shell Gotta whole funds, gotta whole love, my niggas they ready for the bail Y'all niggas y'all bitches, y'all ain't with the shit We drill, nigga, y'all gon' tell Gotta whole lotta pills, gotta whole lotta dope, nigga think I'm fucking with the Cartel [Chorus: Ballout] I'm selling pills, out in Beverly Hills, fuck with them white people They're my people, get me all that reefah, 'bout three hundred fucking pounds Of that loud, Ball don't smoke no brown, Ball don't smoke no mild Ball do Xans, Tadoe off Molly, bitch, we rock the crowd Three hundred swole, bitch, we run the globe, Glo Gang run the show Ball got hoes, Ball fucked so many hoes, Ball won't cuff no hoe Ball won't go, Ball won't wife no hoe, my bitch loves his pole Ball love dough, Ball get some much dough, he count so much dough [Verse 2: Ballout] I fuck with certain people, Ballout don't like people, really don't really like people In a two seater, riding with my Desert Eagle, bitch, I got on my wife beater Flexing on they ass, tattoos all on my body, in the club every bitch tryna read me Club so crowed, line so long outside, every bitch in the city tryna see me Selling out shows, pick up so much dough, leaving out the back doors Counting them rolls, Ben Franklin bankrolls, with The Glo, my bros Niggas hoes, I don't trust no hoes, I don't trust a soul Trap house booming, we just got them jocks on the pills for the low I got pills, and I'm making deals, two-three for the pills Two-three dollars, that's a two-three dollar holla, you can swallow You can give me top, you can give me Beck', fuck your dollar I don't want you bitch, I don't want your panties or you dollars [Chorus: Ballout] I'm selling pills, out in Beverly Hills, fuck with them white people They're my people, get me all that reefah, 'bout three hundred fucking pounds Of that loud, Ball don't smoke no brown, Ball don't smoke no mild Ball do Xans, Tadoe off Molly, bitch, we rock the crowd Three hundred swole, bitch, we run the globe, Glo Gang run the show Ball got hoes, Ball fucked so many hoes, Ball won't cuff no hoe Ball won't go, Ball won't wife no hoe, my bitch loves his pole Ball love dough, Ball get some much dough, he count so much dough