Sorry I Been Ballin Intro (units)

That's risky
It's the dog

Shit get to rollin', better get for cover
On perks, I'm seein' double
I hang with grave diggers
You come around this bitch, you don't see none but shovels
Probably be in the kitchen
Boss is sweat more white than Elvis Presley

I don't know what I know
But all I know is I don't talk to detectives
Pull up at 600, I bounce out trimmin' shit
That bitch gon' fuck me
Ain't shit change, probably the same
Bitch, I just got some money
Dial pads on me, bitch, on my A's
Got a pocket bustle, tap pint once
That's that, ain't gon' be no discussion

Heard a boy fight gooder than a bitch
I wanna see boxer button
Short fuse, I'll go right in your shit
Cause bitch, I'm not for nothin'
Heard he said my name in the disc
I'm busy somewhere thumbin'
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

Parked a car at a corner store, left the engine runnin'
She suck my dick all night, and I still ain't get her nothin'
I'll walk in Denny's, drop ya deal
They say Poppy buckin'
Sippin' on that double cup muddy
I got too much money
Broke nigga, get the fuck from me

SRT hummin', big-ass truck rilin' down the street
Look like a bus comin'
I was a young nigga chasin' that cash
You tryna fuck somethin' for that bag
Niggas pull up fast, then we flush somethin'

I could hit the road for 60 days and get a rapid kit
Poppy ain't no rap nigga, don't try me on no rapid shit
I jump out the wheel, I'm clutchin' steel, tryin' to clasp some shit
Nigga, this ain't no drill, this shit real, real wack a bitch
Birdie kinda ill with the spell, real accurate
Ten milli' hit a nigga face, make him backwards flip

I like to scream "Free Lil' Toe V.O." when I crack the tris
You know I'm gon' catch it on film when I crack ya bitch
Mary's in some bricks, I'm comin' trim, I'ma do that fashion shit
Poppy pull up in that big vroom car, fast as shit
They know how I rock and how I roll, so don't ask me shit
Roll up off the pound, back to back, so don't pass me shit

I'm buried the fuck down, smell like a pound, they like, "Yeah, that's him"
Neck look like Christmas Eve, and he got a flashy wrist
Your hoe a cool six, I don't know who the hell gassed the bitch
Poppy like a get-money hoe and a nasty bitch
I'ma pop my shit no matter what, that's why these niggas hate it
I could walk in Dandies when I want it, drop a cool 80

24 come out to 30 on this bitch like it's two Brady's
Bros say I'ma lose my mind, I'm goin' Louis shoe crazy
Poppy pulled up in a lady's, pulled up rockin' outdated
Know I'm not the one to play with, she hit the worst, thank goodness gracious
In the kitchen goin' crazy, baby, I been cookin' lately
Before you see me burn it, I'ma turn it, I ain't even gotta scrape it
Sorry, I been ballin' on ya, jumped out another foreign on ya
They ain't put a warning on ya before they went to scoring on ya
Sorry, I been shittin' on ya, sorry, I been spending money
20's, 50's, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids

Sorry, I been ballin' on ya, sorry, I been
Sorry, I been ballin' on ya, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Sorry, I been ballin' on ya