Ballin’ Gs lyrics

by

Big Tymers


[Chorus: Eightball]
Be ballin' g's we get buck
All ballin' g's just get crunk
b*tches let me see you ride that di*k
n*gga you got ice than rock that sh*t
Real n*ggas they don't hide they sh*t
We live and die for n*ggas we ride wit
f*ck the fame you can have that sh*t
Imma slang an husltin' an try to break me a b*tch

[Verse 1: MJG]
In been many places n*ggas pimpin' and n*ggas playin'
n*ggas hustlin', n*ggas lyin' and n*ggas prayin' for that almighty
All nighty I rode them twenty-inch Yokohama's
In this game n*gga I broke ya momma
Smokin' some of that tropical potent thunder
Slangin di*k knockin hoes down like lumber
Chances of you seein' this n*gga, Stevie Wonder
The pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number

[Verse 2: Eightball]
One of the realest n*ggas you looked at trick
I'ma slang and hustle and try an break me a b*tch
Soft ass n*ggas don't bust like this
Eightball f*ck up all y'all n*ggas when I spit
Blows like snows in Ohio that's thick
Catch this come up short like Bushwick
Trick we be known at the slap ridas click
We don't chase hoes and hate n*ggas that ride di*k
[Chorus: Eightball]
Be ballin' g's we get buck
All ballin' g's just get crunk
b*tches let me see you ride that di*k
n*gga you got ice than rock that sh*t
Real n*ggas they don't hide they sh*t
We live and die for n*ggas we ride wit
f*ck the fame you can have that sh*t
Imma slang an husltin' an try to break me a b*tch

[Verse 3: MJG]
Www dot MJG dot com
Give me the mic and I'll give you songs
When the beats bumpin' Give you something
For yo streo An benz-o Chockin' the f*ck off endo
Then go
Splurgin' off something in some oversized excursions
Livin with a b*tch you do nothin but blow herbs
When we tally hoe, daddy go
Thats when my n*ggas say boom boom crack boom boom
Thats what the trigger say

[Verse 4: Eightball]
What I deliever Make you shiver Like you was jello-tin
Break the skeleton outta mothaf*ckas who sellin' them
Shoot legs shootin' heads necks and chests first
Physically hurtin' me
But n*gga the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
Spreadin' over this bullsh*t
Sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
Firearm
How come you don't got [?] with my pistol and
Think I got no killin' utensils
[Verse 5: MJG]
Pistol play, playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
Evidence show I'm just a hustla that know how to rap
Post up an I'm gone bleed yo block
Make it hot 'til it burn like a n*gga sellin' rocks
Deep or one deep n*gga what the f*ck
My room of 45's got my back on the cuts
On the stage or the club, I bust all day
Just as long as a mothaf*cka pay me what I weight
Hate in my bloodstream, smoked out dreams
Shoot raps through my vein like a n*gga was a fiend
I told yall n*ggas we was hard from the start
Keep enough sh*t to yo blow your block apart
Just to say I did that, you know who did that
That n*gga everybody know, he in the fat pack
Poetic, if it was fly n*gga I said it
You might regret it if you wet it, and you need a medic

[Chorus: Eightball]
Be ballin' g's we get buck
All ballin' g's just get crunk
b*tches let me see you ride that di*k
n*gga you got ice than rock that sh*t
Real n*ggas they don't hide they sh*t
We live and die for n*ggas we ride wit
f*ck the fame you can have that sh*t
Imma slang an husltin' an try to break me a b*tch
[Outro]
*talking*
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