lirik lagu drop1 - ball more than i rap

years without spinnin’ for your brother—man, who raised you n~~~~s?
bro told me he ain’t gon’ stop ‘til he hit triple digits

i’m contemplatin’ on runnin’ it back
i don’t think that n~~~a finished

i won’t hesitate to shoot sh~t
like ben simmons

sh~t—i think i’m stickin’ up before rob dillingham
i’m tryna get rich off rap, my self~conscious playin’ “k!llaman.”

but honestly, i think i got too big to hit a fan
i could tell you that i love you
and still would f~~k your friend

told bro don’t get behind me
while we bangin’, i can’t die like him

them n~~~~s peeped the v, we spun three times
he still got bent

told bro get his own man—
i’m just havin’ fun with him

they hidin’ inside of the circle
they don’t dig
i’m thinkin’ ‘bout comin’ in
they puttin’ sh~t down on bz—i wouldn’t play with them

i get high and twitch
like the n~~~a on the lakers’ son

we jump out on you with that b~tton—
boy, you better run

he shipped the bags before i paid—
you know i ain’t gon’ never send

ain’t no b~~~hes on my mind
i’m focused on a check

we got an arp
the same size as spud webb

them hoes see me walkin’ by—
i bet they break they neck

thumbing out
i got a big stash like dr disrespect

lookin’ for the opps—
i heard them n~~~~s be on fox
when you get your wave
i promise all them b~~~hes flock

soon as a n~~~a fall
you gotta put somethin’ in—tacko

got way too far now—
hope they don’t think i’m stoppin’

i’m runnin’ back on this n~~~a
like legarrette blount

and i ain’t worried ‘bout no hoes
i’m tryna headhunt

if you feel that gangsta sh~t—
then put your hand up

i’m in the stu
smokin’ burt and bandup

f~~ked her with her friend
i’m like dame—man, i done hit the three

don’t skip leg day—
we chasin’ sh~t from a to z
you flexin’ a “j” in the club?
that’s comin’ home with me

i keep on makin’ stupid plays
i’m like javale mcgee

i’m ballin’ so hard
i might go play pick~up at rucker

describe myself in four words:
a bad bh fer

bounty on his head
i promise i’m the quickest picker~upper

i bet that 10 mil
got more kick than justin tucker

sht poppin’, n~~a—
stayin’ in the same suite as snoop

she tellin’ me she ain’t a groupie—
how you f~~ked my whole group?

i got a .33 in these jeans
i feel like coop

i got that check stitched on me
like the nike swoosh

said i’m lookin’ for the opps—
i heard them n~~~~s all droppin’

man, i done seen more birds
than bubba collins

private jet to ny
they think i’m aaron rodgers

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI