Ball (feat. Ca$h Out) - B-boy

The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag The weed ain't good, we shipping that pack back I got what you need, [?] in my stove 30 clips at the front door, so come to the back door So come to the back door, so come to the back door So come to the back door, so come to the back door The bricks in the plastic, the pounds in the trash bag The weed ain't good, we shipping that pack back Burglar bars on my trap nigga, can't forget put the cameras What's the use to have a show nigga if they don't use their hammers Mister used to talking [?] shit cause you don't use your hammer The arm and hammer, working my arm with the hammer Trap straight out the front porch, bitch you know that I'm with it Cook game got real strong when I [?] Straight drop, straight drop, have em dancing like they P Diddy Drought time come around, got to take a [?] to fifty I stack up the zones, my team playing zone Boy get off the phone, you been talking too long I know that they snitching, my trap house is closed If I cut on this phone, I'm offering this blow Pit bulls running round the yard, every window got burglar bars Just a bunch of neighborhood stars pulling up in these expensive foreign cars When you come to my spot, bro cut the music down and come to the back door Yeah I got what you ask for, but first where your cash bro? Just got a new batch of strong, and bands of reg, I got a lot of that Look over there in them garbage bags, pick out what you want and then holler back Ain't no bricks in my trap house, no pots and no forks And I ain't got no love for a bitch cause I came up bumping Too Short Your old lady across the street on her porch, she love me but she know I'm a dope boy Me and my niggas keep down the noise so we can keep down and out of the way My phone booming, my trap rolling, it's always open, these choppers loaded Just in case an old police ask nigga tried to send a fourth up in here We already sorted!