Bally On

Lord,I pray,night and day,keep me away from the jezebel And the girl got a bae,but she never tell Head screwed on straight,I can never fail And I could've bought mumsy Jordan 4s,but she tellin' me the Uggs are comfier Tellin' her, "Cool",but to me,they're uglier When I see bands, I jumpty,jumpty,jump Ah, fuck, man did it again Three di-di-di-di's, one's bringin' a friend (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) Five man can't fit in this Benz One got rated six, but one of them ten Yo, miss, hey, darlin', come fuck with a boy that's ballin' Kz love bill it, bill it, then bark it Shankz might grip up the whip whilst parkin', bitch All the boy that snaked me, hurt me Pray that the feds, don't search this Merc'y (No way) In the whip, make noise this early Defo the next door neighbours heard me Here's one line that can irk me, sayin' that another MC can verse me Flew to the States I was there for seven days and I came back My Air Force 1s came dirty Tracksuit,bally on Sing to your baddie like Amarion Pretty cute, but I'll probably never marry her Tell ma', "Cool off" 'cah my money long If you talk 'bout nonsense, please don't talk If you're talkin' 'bout mulla, then carry on And I ride to the— (Uh), ride to the— (Wooh) Ride to the money like Italian Why did you half swipe me? Shit, she must've had Snapchat+ (Oh, no) Thinkin' 'bout me, make your snapback bust But who puts the work in? Hashtag us Secondary school, I had backpacks stuffed Did all my work, but still got cussed Girls these days don't make no sense 'Cah your man is a bum and you still got cuffed Crack a smile, she said, "Really, woah" Askin' me if they're really gold Said one line and she nearly fold Said, "What's your name?" and I nearly told For goodness sake, as in L-E-O, my govy name She can't really know (No way) I ain't givin' no female details Bro sell it to you lower than retail Still slide 'round with a tracksuit, bally on Sing to your baddie like Amarion Pretty cute, but I'll probably never marry her Tell ma', "Cool off" 'cah my money long If you talk 'bout nonsense, please don't talk If you're talkin' 'bout mulla, then carry on And I ride to the—, ride to the— (Wooh) Ride to the money like Italian Lord, I pray, night and day, keep me away from the jezebel And the girl got a bae, but she never tell Head screwed on straight, I can never fail And I could've bought mumsy Jordan 4s, but she tellin' me the Uggs are comfier Tellin' her, "Cool", but to me, they're uglier When I see bands, I jumpty, jumpty, jump