Ball (Like Yee)

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Fukkit - Rap

Ball (Like Yee)

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[Intro] Why am I so sad? Yeah, ayy, look (Yah, yah), okay [Pre-Chorus] All I do is ball like, yeah Okay, look, I spend the checks up at the mall like yee Okay, I see you talking like you balled but Okay, look, all my niggas do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) [Chorus] All I do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Ayy, o—), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Okay, look, okay) [Verse 1] Smoke on that pack like it's nothing, my nigga Ride through yo' city like fuck it, I'm chillin' Back to back burnin', [?] pray that I'm lifted Rollie pollie ollies, Xanny got me zoted Motive, it's that potion, sippin' slowly Killing these niggas right out in the open I'm in this bitch and her pussy leave soakin' We goin' straight to the top, no Makonnen And my bro peddled the plug and you know it That gram for the tank got the customer scoping We hit the weed in the whip then we ride to the function Pussy niggas talkin' pussy, they cuffing I'm a baller, Jordan, Kobe, Carmello Curry with the shot, I been clutch, makin' plays Numbers been stackin' so fuck what you say I got paid for the verse, you work hard like a slave Ayy, I don't do good with the opps Ayy, I just say "fuck you" to cops Ayy, I do dem tricks like magicians Ayy, David Blaine inside yo' block Ayy, [?], it's a habit I want it, I get it, you reaching, I grab it I pull out that Magnum, I don't do it rough You talk about pullin' that Glock, you could have it, ayy [Pre-Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All I do is ball like, yeah Okay, look, I spend the checks up at the mall like yee Okay, I see you talking like you balled but Okay, look, all my niggas do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy, yee) [Chorus] All I do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Ayy, o—), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Okay, look, okay) [Verse 2] Shawty wanna tickle but she bad with the shits Bitch suck a dick, [?] with the clique Nigga wanna talk like he really 'bouta make it I think you mistaken 'cause there's levels to this shit Rolled up the strip with a dirty lil' cougar Young niggas rap like you need an approval Ride with the set, smoke loud in the Uber Boost Mobile, race track smellin' like a sewer Pop with a shot from the Glock if you talk about The flock of niggas that been rockin' with the show-stopper [?], 'cause my mission is to get it I ain't never popped the pistol, [?] And I'm dipping, roll like that dope, then my team gon' hit it Roll with yo' bitch, then my team gon' hit it Based God way I whip it, I'ma pour inside the kitchen Make a killing with my niggas and [?] love my bitches I been so clean and you know it, they call me Fukkit the Poet That's a reference to my brother Scuffin' off the dirt and wash it where they slumber Pouring up the drink and flexin' with the missus Smoking like a Piston but distantly wishing Ball in the future, balled since the beginning Bossing all these rappers I'm billing for reeling, chillin' [Pre-Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All I do is ball like, yeah Okay, look, I spend the checks up at the mall like yee Okay, I see you talking like you balled but Okay, look, all my niggas do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) [Chorus] All I do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Ayy), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Ayy, o—), yee (Ayy) All I do is ball like yee (Okay, look, okay)

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  • Fukkit