8Balls Rome Streetz & Big Ghost Ltd (Ft. Swab)

[Intro]
A-yo

[Verse 1]
Life a bitch, I'm fuckin' her from the side with a leg up (Haha)
I'm slick, I give a dick, but get no chips out of the treasure (Nah)
My mind full of diamonds, that's fortified outta pressure (Ding)
.45 on my dresser, compact like the Benz Kompressor
Get your neck cut, for thinkin' that you next up
Got fiends handin' over they checks, 'cause I got the best stuff (I do)
Left 'em with they nose froze, they sniffin' snow on the bluff
When I rock the tux, diamond links all in the cuffs
A hooligan, who grew be smooth like Max Julien
Icy cubes all through the ring, true, these fools need tutorin'
I was young with two tools maneuverin'
Was too small to have a nigga shook, I had to shoot the thing (Hah)
Chop his head, snatch the crown off, how I salute the king
Form the lucid dream, girl, I fuck her like my newest fling (Haha)
Have her callin' out for the Lord, like she singing hymns
Stretch her out like before the gym, I'm really him

[Chorus]
"I'm out-I'm out-I'm out here slingin', slingin'
Bringin' that, bringin' that, bringin' that drama, tryna come up in the game
And add-and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
I'm sellin' 8Balls" (A-yo)