All My Guys Are Ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

I believe I can fly

So my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

Gang

Yeah, watch how I shoot

Watch how I shoot

Watch how I shoot

I got your girlfriend off that boot, ya dig

Hey Manny, hey Boog, hey fool

And I still walk down with the stick

Just got out of school, baby, now it's click time

Imma take your shoes, say that I can't fit mine

I'm lying, they fit perfect

I cannot wife you, it ain't worth it

Pots and the pans, I'm a good chef

.30 with me, I'm the hood Steph

Spin an opp block, who's hood next?

Guess who? It's yours

Ee-ahh-ooh

I'm kicking that work like I'm Freddie Adu

The chopper gon' bless you, achoo

My African baby cooking pepper soup

Your name is Toby, Roots

Baby, play the flute

Imma keep spinning 'til your mother move

She Thomas the Train, bet I make her achoo

Grab a knife to your goodman eye

Yo son in the oven, chicken pot pie

Watch how I slide

Walk down boy, I don't do drive-by

Stomp on his grave like the Pixar eye

We gon' slide and you know it

I'm sick, I need some Motrin

Walk on your house, bet I take your lotion

Turn where you live to a haunted house

Hope out, imma throw rocks at your momma house

She call yo daddy

It's too late boy, we at your grandma house

Yeah, daddy's home, imma take your kids

I'm not God but I'll take your rib

Glock to the baby's chest like a bib

Put a bomb in a newborn crib, ya dig?

You the bid like Ja Rule

I drown like six kids in my pool

My sugar mom pick me up from my school

Hamina Mina, eh eh

Put the chopper to his face

Hamina Mina, Zangalewa

My shooter from Africa

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All my guys, they are ballers

All with me, they are ballers

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang

But she did

Hey Manny (Hmm?), free Xan

And I still walk down with a

(What?) And I still walk down with a stick

Hey Turk, spa gang