We Ball

[Produced by Chase N. Cashe and Dom Kennedy] [Intro: XV] Duece on the boards Congrats to my nigga DJ Richy You know what We ball, we ball It's 2014, let's get this shit started right We ball, L7 Cause we ball [Verse 1: Sez Batters] Flow clean, bring a mop Give them bars, it never stops Got the fans, getting hot I hold the reins, they just want something to drop I got the lines, by the lot Pull them up, pick a spot I got my dogs, we in the drop They trying to roofie some bitches removing top They dig the smell, that's the pot We roll it up, on the spot Now we chilling, on the block Watching my niggas make papers cutting the rocks That's just the game, play it or not But if you play it, get a Glock Niggas came, from getting popped When you in the hood trying to ball, you take the shot Cause nigga we [Bridge] We ball, busting shots (8X) [Verse 2: XV] I'm 'bout to kill it, look for the sheets I'm on the building, look at me leap These niggas rapping, put me to sleep We put EP's together and see 'em WEEP I'm watching planes, lay on the lawn Trying to explain, we ain't on farms I had a chain, a little charm I had some game but baby I came to ball, seen it all In a truck, zip it up 10 of us kicking up, windows tinted up Finna bust like two bitches in A cups and they titties is big as fuck And they coming to sit with us and live it up And we ball hard, call guard, all star Weekend, sleeping in a rented parked car, caught A couple broads leaving out a parking lot stall They said, "What is y'all thinking?" "We just cheap, and we is creeping, but come kick it, you'll be seeing" We ball, all day Answer bets. Call plays Trophy case, in the hallway Tell me what else these niggas is gonna say When we ball When we ball Tell me what else these niggas is gonna say, is gonna say When we ball [Verse 3: Bruce Meanz] I ain't rapping about nothing, I'm just going in I'm like a scarecrow with no soul within him An old boy but I ain't Korean And I'm not that sick with all [?] Origin, warrior, Victorian The Death Star, I conquer with a squad of men Net worth, shit that you can't comprehend I set fire to homes, arsonist Caution rappers killing you is automatic Scar your back if you try to run with a fucking axe and Love them back, haters got me up and mad Kick you like a bum around some cash, fuck a punching bag Blunted after shows getting numbers from dime pieces I be fronting like I don't like E Drunk despite how I'm feeling in the Bentley Chilling, still contemplating crimes while I'm on the pill and It don't stop, man I keep it [?] hot So hot, my skin color, I forgot I sit here in the whole lot Bruce got the ends to shake the whole block Got them coming back like a dope spot, smoke out [Outro: Bruce Meanz] Yeah And we don't care Put that fat bitch in the air Yeeaahhh