
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
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