Alright, alright tam tam tam
Be ready for this one, be ready
Alright
Same shit different day
Get laid, get blazed
That's the motto yeah it is
I don't pay attention to these kids
Check me out, check me in
Y'all belong in the recycle bin
Yeah homie, you really do
Don't judge me, I won't judge you
Fat blunt, let me go in like
I just make an appointment
I don't point fingers, nah homie
My middle finger's my only homie
That I got talk shit, why not?
You only know my name, not my story
Hiding behind this game
When I spit, I spit flames
Yo girl cheated on you, who to blame? Not me
She wanted vitamin d
She got thirsty for that new shit
She came over, she took a sip
She like what she tasted
I ran all for our bases
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Aye, yo girl bad, she bad as fuck
Aye, I'll fuck her face
Put her makeup on. I won't tip you
Let's get it on
Take off your clothes baby
I'm in my zone, leave your thong
For me baby, I'll take it off with my teeth baby
Ooh baby, mili on that crazy shit. Mess around
Get karate kicked called me mr. Steal yo chick
Been to hell and back, but now I'm here
Gotta kill the beat, make it dissappear
Rollin', ballin', same time. Write so much
My ink dies, my pen be fuckin' paralyzed
Real eyes, gotta realize
We on one, you ain't on shit. I go hard
Like gucci's bricks
Flow hotter than lil wayne's truk fit
Talk shit, get hit, ball hard real madrid
I said talk shit, get hit, ball hard, real madrid
And if we talkin' soccer, she got my b's lit
They say inhale the good, exhale the bullshit
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah homie I'm ballin', moves like kyrie irving
When you get points on the board, the one's
Who ain't clappin', those the ones who hurting
Heard of 'em? Don't wanna be close with any of 'em
If you don't like this, well, I wrote in under the sun
I'm talking about that hot shit that makes ya baby go topless
On top of that follow me on twitter at fuck you if you doubted me
So what if the kid is young? He got history
Misunderstood stood
Under mess, stood under mess
Changed my flow up, I can see an s appearing On my chest
What's that mean? It don't mean nothing
Ain't saying I'm the best
I didn't come here to flex
When the opportunity comes up
Follow the tracks
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch, I'm rollin'
Yeah, homie, I'm ballin'
Yeah bitch I, catch me rollin'
Yeah bitch I, catch me ballin'
I said, yeah bitch I, catch me rollin'
Yeah bitch I, catch me ballin'
