Ball Desire (Rapper)

[Intro]
Yeah, woah woah woah, got my shades on

[Chorus]
Yeah, got my shades on, bitch
Hate on it
These niggas hate on me
I got paper on me
Smokin' that za with lil B
Yeah, let's go fly to Miami, I’ma get first class seats
Yeah, I'm not regular, dinin' at five star eats
This a push start ain't no key
Gimmie back my heart and I'll leave
Fourteen told me it was no spark, crushed my heart on the scene
Seventeen, left me for another nigga, that's when I started sippin' green
Last one left me in the dark, now I'm off oxy, codeine
New g-lock with an e mag and a red beam
Wake up, I need my meds like a dope fein
I got you new Balenci, I don't do Shein
Turn around bitch, bend it over gimme your spleen
They wanted me to fall
They don't like how I ball
Said Ima show the world my brudda, is that all?
We came from the same mother, we gon' ball
And if I need my brudda, it's one call
I just rocked the stage, dripped up in coste
Workin' everyday, tryna escape, tryna make it out, I want out
Niggas want clout, I want money
Go to the hills, build me a house
Got a big sack on me, like Santa Claus
And I'm smokin' all these niggas cookies, screaming, "Fuck the laws"