I took a ballerina down to the ball dance
Met a couple ball players, found a ball stance
Now we in the bathroom, she found a ball face
Took some shots and balled out, now how the stall taste?

I can´t even go inside, my old hoes might hear
I might need to hit the town, I need you right here, right here
´Til she reached in the trunk and found a nina
I told her, "Baby, that´s Nina Simone"
Ayy, drivin´ through the liquor store faded, braided
Hands in this motherfucker wavin´, hazy
´80s like the ´90s and 2000s (Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh)
Drivin´ through this motherfucker, wildin´
Ayy, Brady seven pack, they come in bunch
I been with the ´quad on a high note, gettin´ C-notes
Different presentation to this vibe, you need a keynote
Presi´ ´round this motherfucker, I ain´t sendin´ vetos

Ain´t no stoppin´ shit or stoppin´ licks, them boys on G-O
Battin´ out the 504, I saved her name as "Creole"
Balance when I´m on a road, I get the go and T-O
Dominatrix Matrix when she do it like I´m Neo
Shit is off its sockets, they lock in
Mama said live up to my name, but they jockin´
They gon´ try go and take your face for the profit
They gon´ lie, they gon´ slip and slide, get beside ya
They gon´ try, we a hundred deep like Verizon
In the trees with the bumble bees on horizon
Ain´t catchin´ Zs, I been in in the V, on road to Zion
Sell they souls, hoppin´ in that mode that I ain´t buyin´

He ain´t Slaughter Gang, then he ain´t official (Yeah)
When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon´ miss you?
I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
It´s gon´ be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
Got me fucked up, nigga, got me fucked up (Yeah)
When I send it past the ceilin´, that shit stuck up
All that talkin´, actin´ tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
If your wifey at the spot, she gettin´ bust up (21, 21)

Rich nigga, got my strap from Tommy Hilfiger (21)

Red, white, and blue, American, I kill niggas (Pussy)
Spray his block and then pull off, this a real dipple (Skrrt)
Bottega pick my cotton, but I´m a field nigga (On God)
I be sittin´ inside the house ´cause I don´t feel niggas (Fuck ´em)
Fuck with Baby, but my baby like to drill niggas (BabyDrill)
Claustrophobic, I don´t even like to chill with ´em (21)
Guess I´m fake since everybody say they real niggas (On God)
Got a whoopin´, but you still ain´t learned your lesson, huh? (Pussy)
Hard-headed, you won´t end up on a stretcher, huh? (Pussy)

Oh, you Usher now, you givin´ out confessions, huh? (Pussy)
On the blogs like these hoes, oh, you messy, huh? (Pussy)
Put a Louis logo on my switch
I know Virgil probably lookin´ down like, "Damn, this nigga back on that shit" (21)
Back inside the club with my blick (21)
Playin´ freeze tag, shit, I´m tryna see who it (On God)
Niggas say we opps, when they see me, don´t do shit (On God)
Only person believe that you a killer is your bitch (21)
Makin´ diss songs, this nigga died about a diss (Facts)
If I see my opps while I´m in cuffs, then I´ma spit (Pussy)

Wanna kill the world about your bitch ´cause she on dick (21)
Thinkin´ ´bout the hoes that I´ma shit on while I piss (21)
You ain´t heard my music, why you ballin´ up your fists? (21)
Reverb on the chopper, it go, "Baow" when it hit (21)

He ain´t Slaughter Gang, then he ain´t official (Yeah)
When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon´ miss you?
I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
It´s gon´ be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
Got me fucked up, nigga, got me fucked up (Yeah)

When I send it past the ceilin´, that shit stuck up
All that talkin´, actin´ tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
If your wifey at the spot, she gettin´ bust up