[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
Balling, we be balling
Ballin'
[Verse 1: Lil Sheik]
Big money ballin', Lil Sheik been shot calling
Three-point shooting with this GLOCK the way them shots fallin
Hit the mall and tear it up, Lil Sheik balling
Pull off in a Porsche like it's a sport, I got so used to ballin
And when you livin' like I'm livin' all these bitches callin'
Can't get enough, dope dick keep them bitches callin'
Pillow talking at the school, cut it out, jawsing
Hating on me 'cause you see a young nigga balling
'Cause I'm younger, older niggas hate to see me flossing
Stepping in Balencis while you niggas still J walking
Burberry on my shirt, Kev vanwalking
Broke ass flexin' on the Gram, nigga, stop talkin'
Clutchin' 40s with them beams, big guns on this team
Young nigga 16, hella bands what we mean
I flip work and send Ps, that's how I'm livin' in these streets
Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team
Ruth's Chris, it's on me, baby, what you wanna eat?
Pussy weak then it's a fee, I'm tryna drown in that sea
Bust it open for a P, chasin' bands, I can't breathe
Run marathons for my cheese, for the money in my jeans (RBE, SOB that's the gang, bitch)
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
All a nigga ever wanted was some paper
Me and my niggas touchin' bands and they hate it
I remember all them days we was starvin'
Now a nigga gettin' paid just to say shit
Bad boy on my Mase shit
I be ten toes down on my gang shit
Can a nigga dive in on my Trey shit?
SOB ballin' on these niggas we 2King
All these blues, you would think a nigga racist
Tucking money for them lawyers and them cases
And my bitch got her own, she be makin'
Hold you down if you ridin' like you say is
Better keep a bulletproof vest like 50
Got nine in the 40, one less than 50
In the town me and Sheik in the jets with them GLOCKs on us
Couple bands in Wall Street but ain't no stock on us
In the foreign and my 40 ridin' passenger
And I wish a nigga would like a captain
And my bitch bad, way far from average
And they say I'm actin' different, how I'm acting?
[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
In love with the chop but this GLOCK, that's my side thang
It was me and TT Guccied down in the ninth grade
40 put a nigga in a suit like it's prom day
And every time I slide, I'm tryna score like shots made
I'm OT, on the road chasing more cheese
Hundred blues and greens with a chop the same size as me
Shootin' .223s. this bitch kick like a soccer team
SOB, bitch, if you ain't gang you can't rock with me
Me and Sheik been snatchin' hoes, been stackin' pros
Got the stick pokin', big 40, been having poles
Hit niggas' blocks with them chops and start snatching souls
Switch clips and keep knockin' like I been knockin at the door
Still on the block, bitch, I'm posted till my heels ache
Got her on the blade bustin' dates 'til her heels break
Niggas been tryna bite the swag but they still can't
On my grind, nigga, I ain't stoppin' 'til a mil made, bitch
[Outro: Lil Sheik]
Clutchin' 40s with them beams, big guns on this team
Young nigga 16, hella bands what we mean
I flip work and send Ps, that's how I'm livin' in these streets
Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team
Ruth's Chris, it's on me, baby, what you wanna eat?
Pussy weak then it's a fee, I'm tryna drown in that sea
Bust it open for a P, chasin' bands, I can't breathe
Run marathons for my cheese, for the money in my jeans
