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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ballout
Ballout
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Carthan
Will Carthan
Songwriter
Ozra Graham
Ozra Graham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rocain
Rocain
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The streets need you, my ****
Ballout, baby, in this motherfucker, ****
Million cash in this bitch, ****
Wraith outside right now, ****
You know how we comin' back to back Maybachs, ****
Benzes, ****, SRT's, ****, hellcats, ****
Lil' hatin' ass ****
I see you hatin' all in your videos, your interviews, ****
Lil' fuck ****
[Verse 2]
Hey, 14 years old, I was breakin' down P's
At my auntie house, I ain't care if she came in
Bills gettin' paid, and she ain't care if I came in
Foes had the Glock, and I had the F and N
I got it out the mud, I'ma get it through thick and thin
I was shocked when Sosa first pulled up in a Benz
I was on the block, trappin' all night and day
I had two for five, and I had three for ten
[Verse 3]
If you wanted somethin', that's when you can get it in
I got it for a good number, you know it ain't no mid
At the trap spot, we got choice shit
I don't know if I wanna tote the chopper or the Sig
Walking in AOD, and pullin' off with your bitch
Racks in my pocket, all these hoes think I'm rich
I put her on the flight, now she takin' off her fit
I put her in the water, now she showin' me her tits
I'm walkin' up to Saks, and they showin' me they kicks
Before I try the shoe on, she blowin' me a kiss
20k in my hand, I blew it on my fit
Another twenty, I coulda blew it on the bitch, hey
[Verse 4]
Four hundred in this cup, a dirty six
I'm leanin', can't see behind the tint
Balenciaga steppin', coulda paid your rent
I know you never thought you'd see me in this Bent
I'm smoking orange cookies out the jar
Blue hundreds, pinky fifty's and a scar
Chopper got the light, hit you in the dark
You can be real, you can have a heart
Everybody already know, baller real street, ****
I don't fuck with rap ****, only fuck with street ****
Broad day, put your pussy ass to sleep, ****
Broke ass ****, I throw some hundreds on a freak, ****
Move that track, ho, drop more tracks on a hundred
On the cheat, ****
You ain't seen no money, you ain't a street, ****
[Verse 5]
If she ain't got no head on her body then she weak
Only exotics get me geeked
Mansion got the high ceilings, I'm in Miami on a beach
I pull up in a different foreign every week
Jet skis on the water, I'm somewhere in the sea
No location, I can't even drop a pin
Independent, but I can't buy a Benz
Whippin' Arm & Hammer, I don't need friends
Written by: Ozra Graham, Will Carthan
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