Ballin Dese Bitches

Bro, you trippin' like it's hard to ball these bitches, ay

Hop in the coupe, drop the top on all these bitches, ay

We used to go to school, I'm gettin' top in the stall from bitches

All y'all bitches

Then get around your friends, act like I don't call y'all bitches, ay

All these bitches opps, all these bitches bops

All these bitches get a man, then pretend like they ain't thots

It's too many Glocks (Too many)

But how many shots? (How many?)

That switch for decoration, you ain't tryna go catch no headshots

I did what you tryin' to

Bein' that **** for my ****, out here slidin' too

We made my house the kick it spot, the bitches slide through

You got that iron, go in my crib, police ridin' through

(Fuck twelve)

Ay, back then, they won't top me off

Now they wanna top me off

One in the morning, I was tryna get to the crib

You wouldn't drop me off

Now you would drop me off

That's that fan fic

Never have I ever been under you, pussy boy, I ran shit

And now we got all the Glocks

We got all the thots

Freak lil' thot ho look like a mulatto

Dancin' on top of the car

We call exotic "za"

We got exotic pop

You would think big folks work with a label

How he got this A&R?

We got a lot of opps

We got a lot of Glocks

YouTube lyin' to y'all

For us, y'all know these ain't no props

I be lyin' to save her ass

He say he gon' beat her up

Tell a ****, turn his boss up

I already fucked

Bro-bro, you trippin' like it's hard to ball these bitches, ay

Hop in the coupe, drop the top on all these bitches, ay

We used to go to school, I'm gettin' top in the stall from bitches

All y'all bitches

Then get around your friends, act like I don't call y'all bitches, ay

All these bitches opps, all these bitches bops

All these bitches get a man, then pretend like they ain't thots

It's too many Glocks (Too many)

But how many shots? (How many?)

That switch for decoration, you ain't tryna go catch no headshots

(You ain't tryna go  catch no bodies)