Powerball

Lyrics

[Intro] (Bitch, Dog Shit Militia) Workin' 24/7, I can't take an hour off Had to learn inconsistency is key You ain't gon' get nowhere if you ain't tryna get nowhere, you feel me? Hmm Workin' 24/7, I can't— nigga Workin' 24— [Chorus] I'm workin' 24/7, I can't take an hour off Showed her fifty, this bitch think I hit the Powerball This shit take some courage, you can't be the coward dog I'm bangin' on a bitch whenever I see dollars call Bro a pit, can't let him take his collar off Why they bother me when I ain't never bothered y'all? (Why?) AR got some kick, I treat the opps like soccer balls All these niggas is my sons, really bе done fathered y'all, for rеal (Real) [Verse 1] Beefin' with us, boy, you better write a will I don't love her like the drank, but still'll crack her like a seal That shit crazy how I tuck my hammer and go do a drill Green tips on the .556s, these'll rip right through his shield Unky on the block with yellow, you would think he was Shaquille I ain't eat today, but all I'm tryna do is do is get a meal AK with banana clip, was never shit to get him peeled Ballin' like a demigod, got niggas tryna get the bill [Interlude] Dog Shit Militia Bitch [Verse 2] Right pocket Rick Ross, left one look like Uncle Phil Feel like Clark Kent 'cause everywhere I go, I'm takin' steel Why the fuck he got a helmet if he ain't ever touched the field? Your bitch a pickle eater, got me pullin' out my dill Bro gon' up the chopper gunner if he get another kill Fans don't never question Stan because they know he always will Bitch, I'm throwin' hail marys, you won't never catch me kneel Heavy on my dollar dollar bills, I just want my skrill Suckin' dick is what she do the best, that's your bitch only skill Went and stacked a hundred jacks, had niggas thinkin' I was Jill In that water he a guppy, we gon' catch him on the reel Boy, the sauce is sold, that shit never told, I can't spill See the piggy, and then when this shit get heavy, bet he squeal Get the drop, we poppin' out tonight to pop him like a pill It ain't on the floor, it's up, I bet I mop a nigga still Walkin' out of Hutchy, I'm on chill I hope you never think a bitch gon' keep it real All these boogers in my buffies, you would think a nigga ill, huh [Interlude] Bitch, Dog Shit Militia [Chorus] I'm workin' 24/7, I can't take an hour off Showed her fifty, this bitch think I hit the Powerball This shit take some courage, you can't be the coward dog I'm bangin' on a bitch whenever I see dollars call Bro a pit, can't let him take his collar off Why they bother me when I ain't never bothered y'all? (Why?) AR got some kick, I treat the opps like soccer balls All these niggas is my sons, really be done fathered y'all, for real (Real)