Sneak the Balls in

Lyrics

[Intro: CashClick Boog] Latrell boys, bitch (Tommy II) (Fre$co, that's cold) [Verse 1: CashClick Boog] Call shots like the president, you can't impeach me Score some tree from NGB 'cause the drink from Meechy This bitch keep blowin' up my phone, I'm startin' to think she creepy Off-White Jordan 5s on, it ain't no creases I just came from BFA, my bank increasin' Just signed a rap check for fifty, that thing was decent He ain't got the pink slip for his car, I think he leased it I don't ever leave without the strap, I can't be beefin' You ain't never put a nigga on ice, in your raps, you cappin' Walk up in the club with all this ice and attract the dancers I been sellin' dopе all my life, boy, the trap be slammin' If this rap shit don't go right, thеn I'm back to scammin' Give a model bitch some wood, I'm a lumberjack R.I.P. D, we spent hella money at Somerset Cut into a bitch like, "Where your head? I ain't come for sex" If she got big boobs, I'ma hump her chest Thirty in the geezy, I'll squeeze 'til it's nothin' left Why I keep pickin' up this cup and it's nothin' left? I'll never talk to the law, even under arrest If a nigga say it's on the floor, I'ma come collect If Tommy II on the beat, the speakers knockin' I'ma probably overdose off lean like Speaker Knockerz Some thirty ponters in my buffs, just peep the goggles Land in your town, sell my 'bows, then leave tomorrow You got holes in your kicks, your sneakers talkin' He don't hit the road and turn around, boy, he just talkin' 25K to ice my mouth out, my teeth is flawless If she let me stick the tip in her mouth, I'ma sneak the balls in [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Five-percent tint on the whip, heard the people stalkin' Oh, you syringe the pints too? Shit, let me get a needle off you Come get the pills while I'm in town, I don't be here often Them dead bodies got me paranoid, I hear mosquitos talkin' Shit, we could dump an eight We could pour another four, we could dump a tracy Forty-two hundred up in Saks, I don't fuck with Macy's Wanna hear about a nigga gettin' killed, I don't fuck with JAY-Z Moncler vest on cost eighteen-eighty I'll stretch a nigga in Walmart, but I ain't DaBaby Bitch really think she gettin' off, but I ain't that crazy Gotta move a hundred pounds by myself, I ain't that lazy [Outro: Rio Da Yung OG] Nigga, Ghetto Boyz