ball

Lyrics

[Intro: luracks] (luracks) A-Team shit, nigga (Where you get all them racks from?) [Verse: luracks] Stand on guap, now I'm lookin' tall (Boy-) All my life, I just wanna ball Thr33 gon' slide if he get my call (Fuck you, nigga!) Chris Jericho, I'm breakin' through the walls I look for opps when in the mall ARP, if he tryna ball Up these, nigga, 30 ball in drawls (Straight like that, nigga!) Flip this Scat, now I look like Paul All these blues, finna call up Saul Take his time if he tryna stall All of this drip, I could do a haul We call twin Paint because he like to draw I stay with sharks, so she give me jaws And I'm damn near perfect, I'on got a flaw ARP, put him on his shit (That's them?) I'm Jeff Heath if they send a blitz (Y'all wanna get shot at, nigga?) I gеt more buckets than the Knicks 12 camе through the back, so I jumped the fence In the trap, they don't know how it gets Me in the pot, Granny think it's grits I'on know niggas, why they all exist? Tryna slime me? Better jumpin' off a cliff I feel like Sxnta when she playin' tricks Me and thr33 a marching band with all these sticks A-Team shit, no, we not a clique Wet that shot, and I'm 1st draft pick I got Wockeisha if I'm feelin' sick Romeo Miller, I'on fuck with Nick All these dogs, boy, I'm Michael Vick Waka Flocka when I got some bricks [Verse: thr33] (Pshh!) Ch-Choppa get to shittin' like his stomach hurt Bl-Blood rushin' through my veins, don't need a Perc Yo-You is not like that, you was in that Church Shoot a fat nigga, give 'em tummy tuck N-Never told the police, nigga, not today Slime the fuck out a nigga then I go my way Bitch, I'm juggin' the plug, it's a piece of cake 'Member I was a young nigga, had to take Me and Racks gon' run down with that- Me and Racks gon' run down with that fye A-A-Team shit, we gon' make you cry If you try and run, bitch, we on that ass Hoe, I'm tryna hit, what the fuck is cuffin'? My bih' booty soft like a Muffin M-My name big thr33, not thirty three And all y'all lame niggas is a dub Y'all niggas can't compete wit' me I'm wit' Racks, nigga, innat' V We do drive-by, put 'em on a Tee N-No, fuck that, nevermind, we gon' walk down Two Glocks wit' me, they don't wanna talk now I had to chase a nigga like we huntin' If I see a opp, I'm shootin' up the function And I'm smoking that Mike Tyson, shit punchin' ARP get to fuckin' crunchin' Yo-You not like that I got Gen 5, I am not fighting I spy, you can't see me I'm up now, 'member when you ain't believe me? [Outro: thr33] (On God) (Pshh!) (Boy) (Fuck you, nigga!)