8 Ball lyrics

[Intro]
You f*ck nig-
Yeah
Hahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah I know
Hoe
b*tch
pus*y n*gga
Know you wanna be just like me
Hoe ass n*gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Real street n*gga stay in that trap with the Ziploc
I'm bussing these juugs all day ‘til the door locked
In the kitchen, I'm cooking that crack
I'm with them young n*ggas in the trap
I don't need these n*ggas, I just need a pack
They counted me out, what you think was gon' happen
This Drac' got hits, gon' turn into a classic
Preform with that stick, now the whole hood clappin’
We came in with clips, n*gga, who the f*ck want action
Turn a lil’ n*gga to a dinner date
Hit the block up, watch the news for a replay
Me and my n*ggas love gunplay
Burn a n*gga ass quick, turn him to a entree
It ain't my fault that you n*ggas fell off
These n*ggas pus*y, I call ‘em Ru Paul
My boy got a stick, finna break a 8 ball
[Verse]
I'm beating my wrist, finna break it
Scraping a dime out a brick
Just bought a new Drac' and it came with a di*k
This stick doesn't fight but I let the b*tch hit
My Glock got a mouth, turn a n*gga to a lick
Put a 100 on his head like the lil’ n*gga sick
I don't know how to clean but I got it outta dish
These n*ggas want beef but it smell like fish
You know what I do treat this sh*t like Ruth Chris
Hit a n*gga with a chopstick, burn his ass quick
My young n*gga throwed, he love shooting them guns
Red dots and extendos they think we going hunting
Play with this sh*t, we gon' kick him no punt
My hand on that Glock cuz' I don't know what you on
If you on my block, then I know what you on
Play a n*gga like Jackson, I'm smoking that funk
If a n*gga want war, he gon' get what he want
You ain't talking bout' racks, I don't pick up that phone

[Hook]
Real street n*gga stay in that trap with the Ziploc
I'm bussing these juugs all day ‘til the door locked
In the kitchen, I'm cooking that crack
I'm with them young n*ggas in the trap
I don't need these n*ggas, I just need a pack
They counted me out, what you think was gon' happen
This Drac' got hits gon' turn into a classic
Preform with that stick now the whole hood clappin’
We came in with clips, n*gga, who the f*ck want action
Turn a lil’ n*gga to a dinner date
Hit the block up, watch the news for a replay
Me and my n*ggas love gunplay
Burn a n*gga ass quick, turn him to a entree
It ain't my fault that you n*ggas fell off
These n*ggas pus*y, I call em Ru Paul
My boy got a stick, finna break a 8 ball