[Chorus]
I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me
21 guns, for my enemies
Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies
Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me
My enemies, motherfuck my enemies
Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
My enemies, motherfuck my enemies
Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
[Verse 1]
Up in Carol City, me and Lotto in the Charger, when we slide two deep (Two deep)
Can't fuck with the south with a AK-forty-seven bumping T Double-D (Double D, nigga!)
First forty-eight, gotta say it one time, R.I.P. my nigga Bizzle (Bizzle!...,,,bizzle)
Kick, drill, ravish of a nigga think he savage, turn him to a popsicle
That's "Ice...COLD!", and my last name ain't three-thousand (3000)
Bad ass bitch on my t.i.p. (Tip Harris), she wet, like an everlasting fountain
Still a Hot Boy, ‘bout whatever like, Turk or Wayne, like a motherfuckin' Carter
Niggas water whipping, in the hot damn kitchen, like a nigga Avatar, or Katara
Remember that it's still fuck the other side, lurking all black, like that boy Plies
Snapping, like a fat ho at the Popeye's when she don't get the thigh, the chicken, or the fries
So nigga what it be? I can turn my shirt to a ski, fuck feds, not even Ice T
Wanna come and ice me, like it's New Jack City,shit looking grim - no Mandy, Billy
Cross the chopper line bitch, you better bow down to a nigga greater than yourself...trick
Flow is immortal, so therefore I gorde, you do something of it for yourself...trick
From the 'Tre deuce, got to keep a deuce deuce, like a nigga lurking in South Cen-TRU (South Central)
Bruh, if you bout that pressure cross that line, fuck nigga state your issue...
My nigga
I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me
21 guns, for my enemies
Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies
Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me
My enemies, motherfuck my enemies
Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
My enemies, motherfuck my enemies
Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
[Verse 1]
Up in Carol City, me and Lotto in the Charger, when we slide two deep (Two deep)
Can't fuck with the south with a AK-forty-seven bumping T Double-D (Double D, nigga!)
First forty-eight, gotta say it one time, R.I.P. my nigga Bizzle (Bizzle!...,,,bizzle)
Kick, drill, ravish of a nigga think he savage, turn him to a popsicle
That's "Ice...COLD!", and my last name ain't three-thousand (3000)
Bad ass bitch on my t.i.p. (Tip Harris), she wet, like an everlasting fountain
Still a Hot Boy, ‘bout whatever like, Turk or Wayne, like a motherfuckin' Carter
Niggas water whipping, in the hot damn kitchen, like a nigga Avatar, or Katara
Remember that it's still fuck the other side, lurking all black, like that boy Plies
Snapping, like a fat ho at the Popeye's when she don't get the thigh, the chicken, or the fries
So nigga what it be? I can turn my shirt to a ski, fuck feds, not even Ice T
Wanna come and ice me, like it's New Jack City,shit looking grim - no Mandy, Billy
Cross the chopper line bitch, you better bow down to a nigga greater than yourself...trick
Flow is immortal, so therefore I gorde, you do something of it for yourself...trick
From the 'Tre deuce, got to keep a deuce deuce, like a nigga lurking in South Cen-TRU (South Central)
Bruh, if you bout that pressure cross that line, fuck nigga state your issue...
My nigga
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