Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'
Man, I got everything Candy-painted tint, it's(?) so I'd be if I said I ain't hit at least nine of my Plus, I got so much candy in my rims Paint be off my car Be candy the neighborhood kids I got that whole block lookin' like Candyland Ask about me, man, they be like, go the candy man I park the car in the and go in and Come the next mornin' The rims are still Hit the wheels on that Phantom, man, that shit looks like the 32-inch rims, shit, I ain't even got no Custom-fitted, custom-kitted grain Custom everything, what's on the seat? Custom stain Now let's go hit the mall, y'all know that we ball Get out the car, they be like, "Ah, there go superstars!" Hit every single store, flash a fucking wad of but I ain't buying shit, Kiss my ass We...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hit the corner liquor To get Corona, tip the it on the way out as I dipped, I wanna rip the road up And I'ma hit the and I'ma get the hoes, I be it, I be it, shit, anything goes I'm out of control, girls know I'm loaded with dough But, shit, I'm as fuck I'm stingy as hoes(?) These don't get a crumb, and it come but I'm what up Shut up, bitch, sit up, get up off them My candy enough If you're lucky, let you hug me, but that's all you get Then split, disappear, a cloud of smoke is all you see Yeah...
Ballin' Ballin' Ballin' Uncontrollably
Bitch, get the out my car if we ain't finna fuck I'm as fuck, bitch, are you suckin' my dick or what? I'll fuck a chick in the butt, I really don't give a Is pretty Marshall gonna have to go choke me a You keyed up my Benz Bitch, I up my friends Don't think I beat a bitch I'll a six-year-old in the ribs You fuckin' retard, I'll you suckin' farts out my seat I'll teach you not to how to control your bowels when you eat What the do you think that colostomy bag is for, looks? I ain't nine bullets on you for you to not sing no hooks I fuckin' take a a Wish Foundation patient with me How some coke inside of your saline solution IV? around and use it on me You tryna take my You broad, get in back, you're comin' to Florida with me, Tell your momma I'ma you off at the hospital later We make this run Take this gun and me, Slater And your...
Uncontrollably Ballin' Uncontrollably B-ballin'