Easy

[Intro] Yung Rari [Verse 1: Ballout] I'm in LA, they play my shit in the city Forgis on all the foreigns like them bitches come with it What I'm breakin' down? gross, I ain't smokin' no midget I'm riding in outta space with stars in the ceiling Been in LA 6 years I been spend me some millions Diamonds VVS and my diamonds flawless from johnny Glory Gang pendant yeah you know it's from johnny Rocks in my Bezle, I don't know what time is Nigga I'm breaking down bells, fuck a scale I got more racks than tennes, nigga fuck a jail I pay fools since I was broke niggas thought I was in cell I pull off in a sig like a bat outta hell [Verse 2: Chief Keef] I just hopped out like I'm fresh out of jail We just sent the grocery boy go way 'bout the mail Better than training how I be sparking them hills Take your bitch 7 foot and spark her hill You working like you jack throw over the hill Turn down million dollar deals man I feel like Chappelle Bitch I’m super high don’t ask me how I feel I’m not even tryna fuck so why would I Netflix & chill Bro nem be up on that hot shit but my neck super chill I had left the fucking block & got a crib just like PHIL I had a dream 'bout check then here come Mike Will They ask me do I want some money then I said I guess I will [Chorus: Ballout] Get money so easy, this rap shit fake believe me Pullin' up in a 'ghini, I make shit look easy Ballin' no arena, racks on me Serina Pourin' up the leana, I think I got a fever This niggas so greezy, fucknigga be easy Bullets flying breezing, I treat these bitches even I make shit look easy, rob a nigga easily Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon [Verse 3: Tadoe] Young rich boss how am supposed to be aye I got niggas in the street that'll blow for me aye I got aunties that'll blow for me aye A hundred bottles birds hit the trap urgently I got aunties that'll come serve for me I got niggas in the hood sell dope for me Work-work clean to figure life nigga aye Since a youngin', bitch I been a fuckin nigga I'm tryna get up on you like I'm fuckin jigga This that motherfuckin verse nigga Play them games, put you in the dirt nigga aye Put you on a fuckin shirt nigga aye I heard your life scandalising on the guys aye I cook you with this 4-fuckin-5 aye Bitch you know I'm already super fuckin fried aye Bitch you know I'm rich, chill open up fragrance [Chorus: Ballout] Get money so easy, this rap shit fake believe me Pullin' up in a 'ghini, I make shit look easy Ballin' no arena, racks on me Serina Pourin' up the leana, I think I got a fever This niggas so greezy, fucknigga be easy Bullets flying breezing, I treat these bitches even I make shit look easy, rob a nigga easily Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon