We Ballin
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Young Chris, worldwide
What we doing, bro?
Balling, when you see us in them streets
We'll be crawling, sipping, drinking, smoking sweets
Shot calling, making paper 'til we die
You hauling, tons of chickens that don't fly
Pull up in the low-low, everything slow-mo
The Lex, the four door, pirelli's the low pro
If you own 19's you need more and that's for real
Diamond in the back, bumper kicks and fifth wheels
When I flip it's a thrill, I give five bops chills
Watch out now for my paint 'cause five coats gon' spill
I'm spray wetter than wetter, from South Post Oak to South McGregor
Fours poking, trunk open, showing Chinese letters
From a friend to a fan, standing next to lick land
I'll be damned if I'm slipping, I got that hot shit in my hand
Jealous fellas gon' knock us, certified show stoppers
And most boppers they gon' bop us when we pull up on choppers
I'm screened up, tinted bang, watch me slide four lanes
And I'ma, swinger swanging, let the back end hang
And I, still ain't contain young playas be doing thangs
Just like Z-Ro said, nigga, balling, mayne
Balling, when you see us in them streets
We'll be crawling, sipping, drinking, smoking sweets
Shot calling, making paper 'til we die
You hauling, tons of chickens that don't fly
When I ball, it be like 20 G's up in my pocket
When I ball, anything I want I'm able to cop it
'Cause when I ball it's to the point to where they think I went broke
But I still be popping up on the scene on new set of spokes
'Cause I'm a real ass nigga, in the field ass nigga
Eagle talons and hollows up in my steel ass nigga
It's UC for life, I love it, wouldn't trade it for nothing
Creeping and crawling on swangers, I might be blazed but buzzing
Gucci from head to toe, I'm looking sharp enough to cut ya
Gangsta strutting on haters 'cause ain't no love for busters
Roll with us or get rolled over, we gon' show you how it go
Young Chris done hooked up with the partna from Ridgemont 4
And it's gravy, that's how we ball, on cutters that's how we crawl
And never, ever, ever, ever, that's how we fall
Check my track record, baby, I been balling a while
Diamonds all on my pinky and neck, all in my smile
Balling, when you see us in them streets
We'll be crawling, sipping, drinking, smoking sweets
Shot calling, making paper 'til we die
You hauling, tons of chickens that don't fly
When I ball if you don't like me, it's for sure you gon' knock it
And when the diamonds get to shining, shit, I know you gon' watch it
Z-Ro and Young Chris, we ain't folding, baby
Check the track record, nigga, we been balling lately
Coming down on the daily, baby thought we was broke
Follow behind in Z-Ro, we both poking on spokes
Now you can still knock us, dick riders they still jock us
Ain't a damn thing changed, switching lanes on choppers
We thug riders, your ordinary Southsiders
We balling for real, Southsill and that's for real
Today is the day we balling, next time balling out of control
Probably post up on the scene, valet, following up out the door
Driving reckless through Texas, I shine from my wrist and necklace
Since Chris the youngest one, I'm well protected
We be balling daily, never folding, baby
Check the incoming calls, boppers calling, baby
Balling, when you see us in them streets
We'll be crawling, sipping, drinking, smoking sweets
Shot calling, making paper 'til we die
You hauling, tons of chickens that don't fly
Balling, when you see us in them streets
We'll be crawling, sipping, drinking, smoking sweets
Shot calling, making paper 'til we die
You hauling, tons of chickens that don't fly