letra de ballin* - jaeychino
lyrics from snippet
[chorus]
on ends right now, b-tch, i’m chasin’ this paper (what?)
walk in this house, k!ll a opp, tryna tell you (baow)
don’t be like s— he was cryin’ for the navy
gun to his head, he gon’ turn into a dancer (striker radio)
geekin’ for smoke, man, he askin’ for cancer
get in that car, why the f-ck would you post her?
speakin’ on blu, now your lil’ man roasted
i walk in the spot, man, a young n-gga loaded
type on the net, i’ma f-ck up your day
bang it all night, n-gga, play after play (baow)
sh-t still to the 9, just me and yung ten
causin’ more chaos, i feel like i’m ken (what?)
playin’ my phone, man, i’m waitin’ for a call
it’s a war on the west, my [goverence?] is raw
you know what they say when a n-gga gettin’ money
you know what they—
[post-chorus]
we ballin’, we ballin’, we ballin’, get money (baow)
shot callers, shot callers, shot callers, we on that (uh)
drop buckets, drop buckets, drop buckets, they all dead (baow)
drop buckets, drop buckets, drop buckets, they all dead (baow)
[verse]
sh-t toomanystrikers, we been on that blow (been on that)
he dumb, he gon’ settle for a ho
in the spot it’s just me and jo-boof (me and jo)
free the 6, man, i’m missin’ my troops
play thing and his dumbass went “poof”
he gon’ die, keep sippin’ that [?] (what?)
indy really my heart, that’s my boo
bust 12 like i’m playin’ the crew
[chorus]
on ends right now, b-tch, i’m chasin’ this paper (what?)
walk in this house, k!ll a opp, tryna tell you (baow)
don’t be like s— he was cryin’ for the navy
gun to his head, he gon’ turn into a dancer (striker radio)
geekin’ for smoke, man, he askin’ for cancer (what?)
get in that car, why the f-ck would you post her?
speakin’ on blu, now your lil’ man roasted
i walk in the spot, man, a young n-gga loaded
type on the net, i’ma f-ck up your day
bang it all night, n-gga, play after play (baow)
sh-t still to the 9, just me and yung ten
causin’ more chaos, i feel like i’m ken (what?)
playin’ my phone, man, i’m waitin’ for a call
it’s a war on the west, my [goverence?] is raw (war on the way, tellin’ you)
you know what they say when a n-gga gettin’ money
you know what they— (baow)
[post-chorus]
we ballin’, we ballin’, we ballin’, get money (oh, yeah)
shot callers, shot callers, shot callers, we on that (comin’ through your hood, blowin’ up every street)
drop buckets, drop buckets, drop buckets, they all dead (slime, slime, slime, slime)
drop buckets, drop buckets, drop buckets, they all dead (ayy, make this sh-t, striker radio)
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