Ball or Fall

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Only with you when you They only with you when you [Chorus] They only with you when you ball, they ain't with you when you fall, though Everybody skeechy, I be cautious who I call bro Standin' ten, but I got his bitch on all fours Left the ho anemic, you know Hutchie got us all froze I throw all my dogs bones, hustle 'til we all gone Say it's smoke with us, you gettin' blew, we up them RAW Cones Money ain't the subject of discussion, we can't talk long Funny how I contradict myself with all this Off on [Verse] Show this bitch my bank account and left his ho amazed They ain't try to get my title, they just rode the wave Got more motion than you niggas on my slowest days Livе the fastest life, I peep 'еm hatin' out the slowest lane How I'm feelin', every ho the same Only way her nigga can't get touched is if she Lois Lane We don't fight, we quick to blow his brains Brody say that cup his therapy, can catch him pourin' 'Pane Can catch him rollin' up, Militia goin' up I bought everything I couldn't have while I was growin' up All these rips in my Amiris, granny tryna sew 'em up If you can carry all your bags, then you ain't blow enough All that Brodie want is a sealed pint of Wocky Prices goin' up, but I still buy from akhi All this Hutch ice, might get the chills if you body Want the brain off your bitch, say StanWill like a zombie Gotta stay in motion, 'cause you hopeless if you not She gon' make it dissapear, play hocus-pocus with the thot Lil' Brodie poppin' shrooms in heavy doses with the 'za Catch you rattin', let you have it, do you bogus if you cop I ain't goin' out like Pac, hm, tuh Picture me rollin' with the Glock Took it straight, lil' bro ain't pour it in his pop How I'm feelin', fuck a rapper, I'm a poet, I can't lie, huh [Chorus] They only with you when you ball, they ain't with you when you fall, though Everybody skeechy, I be cautious who I call bro Standin' ten, but I got his bitch on all fours Left the ho anemic, you know Hutchie got us all froze I throw all my dogs bones, hustle 'til we all gone Say it's smoke with us, you gettin' blew, we up them RAW Cones Money ain't the subject of discussion, we can't talk long Funny how I contradict myself with all this Off on