Ballah
Jojo2Faded, Alo Bandz
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Clip-clack,two different straps like it's mixed matched
i'm posted in the ghetto where yo hommie got his sh-t snatched
always gettin funky gotta keep a blam on me
sipping(?)f-ckin 40's,servin ounces to the OG
N-ggas gettin mad cuz i'm puttin in that pressure
In it just to win it
and I'm always with the extras
Playin for the team,and i'm bringing home the cheddar
(Talkin out your f-ckin a*s)Now your block is getting wet up
Baby throwin top and I barely even met her
I'm posted in the set,told the feds to throw the set up
Yo team full of rats,of course you n-ggas fed up
And my b-tches with the sh-ts,best believe yo a*s is set up
(?)like you 'bout it,on my momma you a hater
Like grow a pair of nuts and run my mother f-ckin' fade up
I'm straight up,they hate us cuz we getting back to paper
And my team is stupid solid,ain't nobody that replace us
40 on me,and it's tucked by my waistline
I'm f-ckin' up her guts cuz i know her n-gga hate mine
Money callin' and I ain't pickin' up that FaceTime
I'm really with the smoke,give a f-ck about yo gang sign
Got the space juice and the A2 twin
Duce duce steady aimin' at yo face dude
All this weight up on my shoulders,we could never fit the same shoe
And I'll bust for my brothers 'cause I know they'd do the same too
Alo Bandz:
B-tch,stay the f-ck up out my business
Boy I put that on my momma,got no patience for you n-ggas
Get the f-ck up out my DM's,send locations if you with it
How you talkin' hella gangsta,and ya gang is full of b-tches?(huh?)
You ain't about it,you be hanging out with snitches
I'll do a n-gga b-tch,and leave them both up in they feelings
Alo Bandz,he really 'bout it
Ask about him he be trippin'
Talking hella crazy,talking shots but they don't send them
Hella bust down,bad b-tch let me fuck now
All up in her end zone,n-gga that's a touchdown
Fly n-gga,so she finna let us gut now
Hop out with them big sticks,if it's funk bound
F-ck now,big chains really stunt now
Bad b-tch, but she hella ratchet,hella run down
You ain't really with it,you a f*ggot put that gun down
Made a b-tch choose,and I made her whip her funds out
She don't even like kids,still put her tongue out
Gun smoke,hot sh-t,n-gga hella gun sounds
N-gga getting robbed if he wanna bring the drugs out
Big bucks,chase a f-cking bag like a dog hound
Like my last song n-gga all facts
F-ck you,and all yo n-ggas,all rats
Tell that b-tch bring it back,n-gga all stacks
Put you on a status,rest in piss n-gga all caps
Put that d*ck in her mouth,she don't talk back
If she f-cking with the gang,then it's all bad
Heavy hitters on the team,and they all strapped
Really tryna(?)slide through wearing all black
N-ggas wanna ride through like its gang[?]
N-ggas really love to talk,boy don't say shat
Boy I'm finessin for that bag,I ain't pay sh-t
N-ggas bangin' on the net,n-gga bang this
I been chillin' with yo braud,that's yo main b*tch
Boy how they 'bout it but I never seen them spray sh-t?
Why they talking 'bout the gang up on some gay sh-t?
Hit him and his[?]f-ck around and got his brain split
Turn it over,flip it over,that's a tray flip
Dracos,40's,p*ssy n-gga that's a tray6
Lane switch,hit,judge I gotta pay rent
Big[?] finna face this
All love for the homies,zero hate b-tch
I been riding with gorillas going ape sh-t
F-ck all that,throwing 30 out the k
B-tch I'll catch a n-gga fade,f-ck around and
break his face in
No cap p*ssy n-gga get a face lift
How these n-ggas finna tell me that I ain't sh*t?
You ain't never f-ck a b-tch that you ain't kiss
F-ck her then I pass her to the bros let the gang hit