[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug & PlayerrWays]
She been suckin' all that dick, now her jaw hurt
I'm a coach, got more flavor than Starburst
Walk up in the bank, teller screamin', "Baller alert"
You broke, I know your type, you niggas only ball on the first
She been suckin' all that dick, now her jaw hurt
I'm a coach, got more flavor than Starburst
Walk up in the bank, teller screamin', "Baller alert" (Alright)
You broke, I know your type, you niggas only ball on the first
[Verse 1: PlayerrWays]
Balenci hoodie, when I'm hittin' gates, I'm really in the flocks
In double season Bape and I got Grammies on a site that bop
Orange chicken, Susie in that buddah piece look like piss
I'm really in that lick, I'm from the Stinc Team, I'm gettin' chip
Fuck, I love the mic, but I'm stuck up in that field doin' sins
I'm really tryna win, 'cause I ain't have a pot to go and piss in
'Member all them days when I was boostin' from my Nike Tech
Was scuffin' on my Vans, in that mansion, I was wearin' [?]
And some Off-White kicks, it's not a day where I ain't scared to scuff 'em
One-ten saggin' just to go buy designer and go fuck 'em
Fly Stincy, passin' for that chilli, get it out a chinky
And I get so easty, I'm gon' snatch if I see his [?]
Designer bopper, wearin' Dolce runners when I chase him down
He talkin' 'bout them blowers, but he never made no chopper sound
I passed out the janky Honda, Beamer, and the CLA
I'm Mr. in Your Safe but I don't think he ever did no play
She been suckin' all that dick, now her jaw hurt
I'm a coach, got more flavor than Starburst
Walk up in the bank, teller screamin', "Baller alert"
You broke, I know your type, you niggas only ball on the first
She been suckin' all that dick, now her jaw hurt
I'm a coach, got more flavor than Starburst
Walk up in the bank, teller screamin', "Baller alert" (Alright)
You broke, I know your type, you niggas only ball on the first
[Verse 1: PlayerrWays]
Balenci hoodie, when I'm hittin' gates, I'm really in the flocks
In double season Bape and I got Grammies on a site that bop
Orange chicken, Susie in that buddah piece look like piss
I'm really in that lick, I'm from the Stinc Team, I'm gettin' chip
Fuck, I love the mic, but I'm stuck up in that field doin' sins
I'm really tryna win, 'cause I ain't have a pot to go and piss in
'Member all them days when I was boostin' from my Nike Tech
Was scuffin' on my Vans, in that mansion, I was wearin' [?]
And some Off-White kicks, it's not a day where I ain't scared to scuff 'em
One-ten saggin' just to go buy designer and go fuck 'em
Fly Stincy, passin' for that chilli, get it out a chinky
And I get so easty, I'm gon' snatch if I see his [?]
Designer bopper, wearin' Dolce runners when I chase him down
He talkin' 'bout them blowers, but he never made no chopper sound
I passed out the janky Honda, Beamer, and the CLA
I'm Mr. in Your Safe but I don't think he ever did no play
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