Текст песни
Ballin' NBA. Might come through turn like Hurricane Chris with a Stick like hey baby. We looking for the opps at night, couldn't find Them so we slide on the block broad day. Niggas knowing not to play with that pack. Fam gone bend and they know we straight. Nigga talk nice Saturday, nigga on God, we can Go get to popping right now. Ain't no love, no such thing for a thug. Fucking on a opp hoe right now. Hmm, hmm. I can get to popping, I'm piped. I'm just tryna put a pussy bitch down. I shoot 12 can't stop it. Nigga we lit right now. Huh. I don't even know why nigga wanna play. Lately say I'm feeling myself. I'm feeling myself like I'm masturbating. Yeah we got chop sticks like sensei. I chop the bitch up like the master babe. Yeah we got big Glocks with blade blades. I shoot bitch up like Jurassic babe. Hmm. Don't get to clutching your gun 'cause it Don't make you no man. Some niggas gon' die with it, with that blicky In your hand. Catch my opp right now, I'ma hop out on him, do my dance. Come tripping like I'm James Brown and whip it Out my pants. Ballin' NBA. Might come through turn like Hurricane Chris with a Stick like hey baby. We was looking for the opps at night, couldn't Find so we slide on the block broad day. Niggas knowing not play with that pack. Fam gone bend and they know we straight. Nigga talk nice Saturday, nigga on God, we can Go and get to popping right now. Ain't no love, no such thing for a thug. Fucking on a opp hoe right now. Hmm, hmm. I can get to popping, I'm piped. I'm just tryna put a pussy bitch down. I shoot 12 can't stop it. Nigga we lit right now. Come through swinging that Drac'. Talking about the money you know I don't Play. And apply that pressure. I'm a mad cat, go eat his face. Opp hoes they gon' beat the case. And you know you get whacked for getting out Of place. Boy we been getting money, fuck what They say. Fuck K2, boy you a junkie baby. Aye. Fam gon' bend if you know we don't Play, we'll hop out broad day. Aye. Going on drills just to get paid. Tryna ball out of NBA. When I'm sipping on lean, put in lemonade. Tryna numb all the pain, hope I live today. Left some people behind that was in the way. Thank God that I'm better and I still pray. 'Cause we good. Yeah we-Ballin' NBA. Might come through turn like Hurricane Chris with a Stick like hey baby. We was looking for the opps at night, couldn't Find them so we slide on the block broad Day. Niggas knowing not to play with that pack. Fam gone bend and they know we straight. Nigga talk nice Saturday, nigga on God, we can Go and get to popping right now. Ain't no love, no such thing for a thug. Fucking on a opp hoe right now. Hmm, hmm. I can get to popping, I'm piped. I'm just tryna put a pussy bitch down. I shoot 12 can't stop it. Nigga we lit right now.
Milly, Sway — NBA
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