Ball Players

Lyrics

[Part I] [Verse 1: BabyTron] Throwbacks and Backwoods, it's even opps in the raw paper (Fuck) State to state tourin', shit, I'm feelin' like a ball player Fourth quarter, I'll get you dropped like a jawbreaker For a hundred, I'll get you blue like a Ben Frank' (A blue hundred? Come on now) Pocket full of dead presis, walk around, feelin' like Larenz Tate I need to get up out the mall, I got the urge to spend pape' [Verse 2: TrDee & BabyTron] I'm scrapin' the bottom, arm in it, look like Vince Carter How the fuck you can't tell who winnin'? Bitch, look harder She call mе, "Daddy," her daddy think he got a good daughter Stop thе cappin', you not plugged in like a loose charger In the Bahamas, smokin' opps with a Brazilian model I know you sick as fuck, your money short like Hornswoggle Baby hit me with that head that made my legs wobble He made it to the spital but was dead on arrival (Shit) [Verse 3: BabyTron & TrDee] Pots and pans ain't for me I was on the 'Gram, blockin' hams, makin' cheese (Brrt) You was in the field, but now you not, Drew Brees This my first time in this bitch, man, I gotta speed [Part II] [Verse 1: BabyTron & TrDee] Why he playin'? We'll tie him up and blindfold him (Man, we'll pop the trunk on his ass, why he playin'?) When I seen my first band, that shit was mind-blowin' (Would've thought I seen Beyoncé, nigga, what?) Trey or better crew, we ain't deuce, we ain't line pourin' Hit him in his top, I heard them niggas left his mind showin' So-so, so what you got? A blicky, you gon' die totin' Crack-crack, crack this bitch just like a joke, but I ain't Seth Rogen [Verse 2: BabyTron] I'm in here, poppin' V cuts like they Ibuprofen (Ps) Double-cup and the blunt, both highly potent Lil' Tron was off the Acky, now it's Quagen Lil' Tron ain't understand, but now I'm patient Leveled up, ain't sittin' at the same spot How I work my wrist the Vs, this could make 'caine lot Catch him at the plaza, catch a brain shot at GameStop [Verse 3: TrDee] Slid on his block with that Drac', made his bed rock (Fah, fah, fah) Chain dancin' like Odell in the endzone (Dancin') Man, you might not leave with her, take yo' bitch home (Ha) I thought he was tough, but he folded like a flip phone 'Vette ain't got no roof, I'm downtown, outside of Fishbone He don't even see me, TLC, I'm tryna creep behind Shooter put his shit all on the glass, was tryna see his mind [Verse 4: BabyTron & TrDee] Road trippin', I'ma be in traffic from like three to five High as hell, tryna spend the bag, but I don't see my size Plymouth and Auburn, strapped up, this the wild West I was rappin' 'bout that one shit, I should've filed less (Swear) I just got the ARP, I'm comin' rifle next (Brr) I'm so motherfuckin' high, can't tell my right from left (Sheesh) I'm so high, in the hills, it look like GTA Finna take off, hurry up, what's your ETA? Gang members only, most you niggas really do be fake (ShittyBoyz) Froze up like he was starstruck when he seen the Drac' Bitch, grrt, ShittyBoyz