Back to Ballin

I’m on that gang shit you heard me

 

[CHORUS]

Yeah, Bitch I’m back to ballin

Might open up my trap they done got back to callin

Back to tricking, might go and  bust my wrist this bitch like half a chicken

Fuck a dinner, bitch, I’m the type a **** that’ll take that half a million

 

Skeet up in her, already know she fixed so she can have my children

Mansion comin with two-three kitchens little bro in here water whippin

Shit you **** be doing be fishy

I won’t serve you if you iffy

I don’t wanna talk too much inside my music because they might come and get

me

She don’t like fucking at the house, so we have sex in the city

 

[VERSE]

Cut off my social media, I’m in trapper mode

I ain’t leaving the city until I get my fucking package gone

 

She like getting on FaceTime but I be calling off my trapper phone

21 racks I made today

Fuck **** I just went savage mode

Bitch I’m back to ballin, back to cappin, back to schemin, back to clappin

I touched them **** when I recorded

They be jockin the way I rap it

 

Sell me 100 plates just off my face they likin the way I bag it

I was sitting back in that cut 2023 now I’m letting you pussies have it

I was on the hot boys trying to get me a brick just like Beatrice

21k one play I made that count then put 10 in my mattress

 

I don’t believe in luck, I bought me a ticket and I ain’t even scratch it

I like your vibe but I just can’t take you home because you a ratchet

Bitch you out your mind if you ain’t fixed I’m hitting you with a plastic

Them **** gon’ hate to see me win, they’d rather me in a casket

 

On Sunday morning I pay my ties and fill up every basket

I’m on IG scrolling through your pics trying to see which one the fattest

I seen them **** try to steal my swag so I had to switch the flow up

I pour her a couple shots of brown and make that little bitch throw up

 

Them **** been throwing dirt on my name but they don’t even much know us

We got in two shootouts in my dream and my little **** froze up

I was in the trap house serving clean them **** like, “What’s the hold up?”

Brodie in the back, he slicing meat, you can come through get you a cold cut

 

I don’t like them skinny bitches at all, I like my lil bitch robust

I put on 1942, I keep my little bitch tore up

 

[CHORUS]

Bitch I’m back to ballin

Might open up my trap they done got back to callin

Back to tricking, might go and bust my wrist this bitch like half a chicken

Fuck a dinner, bitch, I’m the type a **** that’ll take that half a million

 

Skeet up in her, already know she fixed so she can have my children

Mansion comin with two-three kitchens little bro in here water whippin

Shit you **** be doing be fishy

I won’t serve you if you iffy

I don’t wanna talk too much inside my music because they might come and get

me

She don’t like fucking at the house, so we have sex in the city