Ballin (feat. Missippi) - Mozzy

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) Whole 'nother opp in the air, it's a new one (that's a new one) Hell no, we ain't stressin' no bitch 'round here, get a new one (treesha) I seen them guns in your videos When you gon' use one? (Boom, boom, boom) You said I switched, and I changed But you're really the fool one (hold on) But you're really the fool one Run up in your spot masked up, we gon' shoot up, blaow (blaow) And if you fuck with them niggas That mean you a loser (that mean you a loser, bitch) Front line, everybody gon' ride, 26, we shooters (that's 26O) Had to Amiri them runners, we ain't wearin' no Pumas (Amiri, Amiri), we ain't wearin' no I was just locked in that cell eatin' tuna Now they love how a nigga maneuver Niggas ain't really on shit, make a fool of ya Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach parked Money on my head, but it's way too short (too short) You left me in jail, it was way too dark (huh?) Anytime a nigga see me, they gon' see sparks Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin' We got more weapons than your gang If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah That boy is gonna see his grave (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) AR Drippin' off, bitch, you know what my fit cost Me and my niggas is ready to ball (yes), like we up at the tip-off Lift off, get 'em gang (boom), like is you ready to lift off? (Boom, boom) Bitches be goin' (bitches be goin'), they be fuckin' the clique off I can't fuck if she don't get my dick hard (at all) That ain't foreigns, you wearin' those rip-offs (those rip-offs) Four pound, kickback like a kickoff (boom) Boy, I'm someone you don't wanna piss off (AR), hol' on They always say, "AR was gon' excel" (uh-huh) D.E. make 'em flip like Nextel (boom, boom) Check his Facebook, we lookin' for, "Get well" (get well) How you up on the 'Gram and can't make bail? (Huh?) That's crazy (that's crazy) If you get locked up, don't say me (at all) If we good, just don't tweak with KG (no way) Want a feature? Pay me Got 2 K's, come play me (come play me) Off D'USSÉ, feelin' wavy (I'm wavy) Got guns, like the Navy (like the Navy, bitch) Got guns, like the, look Fuck that, we got chops like Iran (like Iran) Bet you can't name a time that I ran (never) Move back (move back), if he woo from the ville I'm won't woo back (what?), shoot that I was totin', and he should've knew that (grrt, bah) He approached me, and I blew that, bah (grrt, AR) They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave, yeah-yeah)

Okay, it's RattPack 'til my pulse flat, we keep it real, no false rap I got four cards and they all black, got four broads and they all that We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin' Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin', I'm like, "Yeah What it do?" Penthouse, man, what a view Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through with my whole team They coming too That's real, too real, motherfucker, tell me how you feel I'm too good for my own good, I won't leak the album I'll let it spill Number one, bitch, I bet it will, do the numbers I said it will I played the game and I'm still the same And I never changed just to get a deal Bitch, I'm ballin' Ballin', I came from nothin' to somethin' Like it's nothin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go It ain't all about the money But I stack it 'cause you never know I'ma live life 'til I overdose While they sleepin' on me, that's comatose I went mainstream with my main team You just mad as fuck, you ain't come close And your next girl is my ex-girl, she fine as hell But she a mess girl All I do is rhyme, I got no time So I can't reply to your text, girl Bitch, I'm back again and I run it Always gotta keep it one-hunnid All of y'all know y'all want it, turn it up and get blunted I'm like, "Fuck the money, fuck the fame" I came here to fuck up the game Gon' get it, I'm feelin' myself, fresh to death Bitch, I'm killin' myself, I'm gone We burnin' it up, step in the building, we turnin' it up Talkin' that shit, but they never admit when I step to the mic I be murderin' it And we livin' real good, mainstream, but it's still good I got raw shit, I got real shit But right now it's time for that feel good We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin' Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin', I'm like, "Yeah What it do?" Penthouse, man, what a view Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through with my whole team They coming too, that's Ballin', ballin' I came from nothin' to somethin' Like it's nothin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go It ain't all about the money But I stack it 'cause you never know You know that we ballin', we been goin' all-in Hold on, let me slow it down so y'all get the shit These haters talk, but I don't give a shit Got models, bottles, and the piff is lit But we ballin', kinda like Spalding and Rawlings On the road to riches never stallin' Got your girl all up all on my nuts, boy She do it with joy, no almonds, ugh Living life to perfection, V.I.P., that's the section Presidential watch, presidential suites You would think we held an election It go Logic first, then I'm up next I do not converse, I just cut checks I do not rehearse, I just drop the verse I need to cop a hearse, 'cause I'm fresh to death I bet you never seen so much designer Never seen a nigga with a bitch that's finer Boy, I stunt when I ain't even tryna Swaggin' is nice, but first I'ma rhymer And I rep Maryland, home of the Terrapins Say you spit crack, homie, we spit that heroin Bring it right to your front door like I'm carolin' Standing next to me would be so embarrassin', yeah, we be Ballin', ballin' I came from nothin' to somethin' Like it's nothin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go It ain't all about the money But I stack it 'cause you never know