Hard Ball

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (Jose the Plug) (I got exotic pack) Uh [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands & Drego] We really makin' work flip, call it somersault I can show you how to bounce back from a loss This shit gotta be in you, this shit can't be taught We in the spot right now playin' racquetball I got a famous bitch with me, finna lock her jaws (Bitch) I got my mask on, finna cut an ounce of raw I'm really playin' with that ice like I'm a Montreal I really played with them punches like we finna brawl Before you take a couple steps, boy, you gotta crawl Tryna walk the walk too fast, you end up fallin' off Man, they sick as hell we bounced back times two Bitch, back the fuck up before my chain blind you My pendant on Lake Eriе, watch on Bayou Nigga said he on my head, boy, I'll buy you How I put that chicken on your hеad, they gon' fry you In Arizona lookin' for them bricks, I'm tryna buy two (Man) [Verse 2: Drego & BandGang Biggs] He thought he was G Baby, slam hard ball, we was servin' hard My baby told me gotta take an eight out it when you get it soft Man, I swear this shit so good, dog, you can't take a loss I made a loose ninety-eight racks, I feel like Devin Garland Got me feelin' like Kobe Bryant when he was in the Garden That chopper hit him, make him do a funny dance like his name was Carlton I know he gon' get his extras out the lil' shit regardless (Come on now) They gon' call CPS on my dog, he keep whippin' [?] [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs] Spinned the striker a thousand times 'til the sun went down daily (Yeah) Now I'm in a foreign stickin' dicky old lady Yeah, the Chrome look like a spaceship, he think shit, ain't finna taste it Been ballin' on these niggas for a minute, nigga, face it I've been up and I've been down, but I ain't never goin' back broke Niggas hoes, they don't want smoke, should be in construction how we keep poles We don't get rich fuckin' with the road, like Boston George, got blow Tryna come between a nigga bag, it be a tag on a nigga toe [Verse 4: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Masoe] I might pop out for that spinach, they can't even see you winnin' with five percent tinted All my lows heavy, your lil' ass can't lift it By the time they got the sauce, I was already finished You've been hustlin' fifty years, your ass still ain't seen a ticket Made a million in the opps' hood, that's what you call different I'm finna get some new money, my palms keep itchin' Bitch say she liked my ice, made her pay me just to kiss it I can get 'em right to you, but it's cheaper you come get it All these horses in the oldie, hit the gas, that bitch liftin' Got that cotton candy roll, blue hundreds, pink fifties Money counter gettin' stuck 'cause them bitches too sticky I've been in my bag, yeah, they sick I'm gettin' off I'm the one givin' out jobs, bitch, you know I've been a boss You never took one of them rides, you be like, "Bro, drop me off" Unc' turned that shit hard, but when we got it it was soft, motherfucker (Money) [Verse 5: BandGang Masoe] Bitch, I've been road wrestlin' (Uh-huh?), no, you can't hold nothin' (At all) Ten in Adidas' joggy, fuck like but it ain't fold me Look what my hustle bought me All type of shit you tryna get an icy wrist and be ready to take some risks I'm BandGang, nigga, roll with ShredGang too Nicely and so politely take that shit off of you Smoke your mans in front of you, now he could live through you (I know) He throw them twos up for Dots, we ain't callin' no truce (Nigga) I got rich off my cousin route (Uh-huh?), and in my cousin house We still was sellin' dope even after they put my cousin out Get it if they print it, motherfucker, we ain't runnin' out Only niggas you know that still got any drug in the drought (Uh-huh?) Drank slow, we to the South (Yeah), fly 'em in and fly right out We sell a 'bow, then smoke an ounce, weird shit I can't pronounce Playin', you'd be pronounced dead on arrival You ain't gotta ask, bitch, we shittin' on our rivals, motherfucker (Money, money)