Ball lyrics

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Ball on these n*ggas mane like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple bad b*tches on me, I don't even call
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off
Real trap n*gga man, I done sold it all
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b*tches to call
Now I'm that n*gga man, who would ever thought
Now I'm that n*gga man, who would ever thought
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Rap n*ggas be loony tunes, I will shoot at any goon
These is lil n*ggas, y'all can't fit up in my shoes
Y'all know I carry big old tools, I go by them big old rules
I can teach yo ass off even though I dropped out of school (Big Boss)
I don't speak for f*cking nothing, have my shooters shoot at you
If there's beef or something, I don't do what rappers do
In the trap, I'm trapping fool, want a pound? I'm taxing you
Want a brick? I'm taxing you but try to rob, I'm clapping you
Say you a street n*gga but in jail giving up your food? (I heard it, n*gga)
Boy you ain't a street n*gga, who the f*ck you trying to fool?
10 bands on your head just to get my shorty's something to do
More like free Money to 'em cause I'ma pull up too
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Ball on these n*ggas mane like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple bad b*tches on me, I don't even call
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off
Real trap n*gga man, I done sold it all
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b*tches to call
Now I'm that n*gga man, who would ever thought
Now I'm that n*gga man, who would ever thought
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought

[Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid]
Ever since my pops died, no father figure
4 years later, lost my brother, mission harder n*gga
Now I'm 15 with a strapped out 30
Me and little Waka catch you slippin', do you dirty
Came a long way from So Icy to the Squad
b*tch who with me to chop some sh*t apart
Momma was a hustler, daddy was a killer
Added up my options but this pistol felt more realer
So I'ma ball on 'em like there's no tomorrow
Ball on 'em like there's no tomorrow
I might just set it off, all in the car
100 rounds, all in the car
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Ball on these n*ggas mane like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple bad b*tches on me, I don't even call
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off
Real trap n*gga man, I done sold it all
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b*tches to call
Now I'm that n*gga man, who would ever thought
Now I'm that n*gga man, who would ever thought
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought