Lyrics

[Intro: Panther] -walk him down, you can't hold him down! Ball And Chain here we go! my Brother Boo Bonic! Nothing Really Matters :D [Verse: Ricky Hil] Yeah, she came to see me, like a ball game I used to wear her name, on a small chain Until she cheated on me, and I snapped on her Like a ball chain, you my Ball And Chain You say you love me, but its all game I be fucking with these bitches that you call lame I feel all pain, it leaves a small stain See, we too different I wear Dickies you wear Balmain I like weed you like cocaine I gotta losе this girl mama, like loose change I don't know why I'm tripping likе loose strings Blood bleeds red outta blue veins I get a feeling that I can't explain I get high, then I feel ashamed I can't appreciate you You was hoing, that depreciate you I don't even give you all my time I abbreviate you You stressed out, I can't alleviate you I don't even hate you, its prolly killing you It wasn't even meant to, you know I can't embrace you And something in me can't erase you So I gotta replace you Assimilate you, I clone you You know that bitch I come home to In my city that I roam through And that life I'm holding on to Even if I don't want to [Verse 2: Bonic] LIMOS, Nostra boys coming in, look I'm cut from a cloth that buff shine a Rolls Royce Thought i was done rapping, they left me no choice She said i gotta voice, it always leave her moist She print model cause she 5'9" word to Royce I get the Wonder in like Stevie If these bitches really need me If I'm broke would they need me? It's no Hussle left, worth a Nip I convert a bitch, i know you heard it bitch And that's for lack of a better term This shit different now, aye bro you better learn Yeah, you ain't the only one getting bands 16 more to go offa only fans Me and my girl eat together like a first date 7 course meals, 6 figure deals Spitting with Ricky Hil, shit is always ill! Like stay at home orders, and Tylenol pills Went i spit they say that man go That man flow, crazy motherfucker like Van Gogh Gun in my pocket bitch I gotta let my hand go Just in case that man show He want [?] with the baddest Don daughta In that 2020 Prada, can't fade me nada I got the cheese to get you wrapped like an enchilada I'm a combo, quesadilla, Piña Coladas When the order go through, Postmates Followed by a suite, post dates I think you hoing out your talent if you post rates Make 'em holla at you, Bonic I holla at you