Baller Alert lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
(Izze The Producer)
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Haha (Honorary Member)

[Chorus]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work, ayy
Walk up in the spot, they like, "Baller alert"
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt, damn
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work, ayy
Walk up in the spot, they like, "Baller alert"
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (Woah)

[Verse]
I heard you beefin', ain't nobody got shot yet? (What?)
Four-hundred-thousand-dollar coupe parked in the projects (It's Dolph)
A half-a-million-dollar wardrobe in the closet
Only n*gga in the city, 488 'Rari (Hey, hey)
I went from sellin' bales to sellin' out shows, n*gga (Yeah)
Who cut the lights on? (Damn), got all my ice on (Damn)
f*ck a record deal (f*ck 'em), f*ck a cosign (f*ck it)
I signed to the plug, n*gga, back in '05, ayy
Made a quarter million sellin' dope in North Memphis (North)
Made a whole ticket, n*gga, just in South Memphis (For real)
Remember all the bad b*tches stayed in East Memphis (For real)
But I think my Blackhaven b*tch was the thickest (For real)
But I swear my California b*tch was the littest (Facts)
I just flew a bad b*tch in from Philly (Woo)
She said she just wanna f*ck and go to Wet Willies (Okay)
I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (Ay, give me a lighter)
I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas)
They don't want us to ball, they want us in prison (Damn)
I spend a bankroll in the mall every time I visit (Woah)
I'm on tour 'cross the country, bunch of street n*ggas with me (Yeah)
Them n*ggas rappin' them fake gangster stories in the way
I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day
They can teach you how to hate, I'ma show you how to get paid
I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate, ayy
Ninety bands in my old-school Chevrolet (Yeah)
Racks on top of racks, every day, I elevate (Yeah)
Dodged a fed case, so every day, I celebrate (Say what?)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday, I celebrate, woo
God keep blessin' me, so every day, I meditate (Thank you)
Them b*tches, I don't trust 'em, tell a hater I said f*ck 'em
Ayy, ayy, I be fresh as f*ck when you see me, don't it? (Don't it?)
Tell the truth, f*ck n*gga, you wanna be me, don't it? (Hah)
Doin' donuts in a coupe that costs a house (Skrrt)
Ayy, be quiet, you can hear it, I'm smokin' loud (Strong)
This lil' bad b*tch with me poppin' Perkys (Percocet)
I said, "What that is?" She said, "That's a thirty" (Thirty)
Hah, I woke up this mornin' in a penthouse
Turnin' down bad b*tches, I'm the sh*t now (It's Dolph)
I'm geeked up (Geeked up), Fabo (Yeah)
Twenty Glocks, three carbines, eight Dracos
At the stashhouse stackin' money like it's Legos (Gualla)
Smokin' big blunts, rubber bandin' pesos (Gualla)
She mad at me just because I never text her back (Damn)
She just want me to come over and kill her from the back
[Chorus]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work, ayy (Hah)
Walk up in the spot (It's Dolph), they like, "Baller alert" (It's Dolph)
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt, damn (It's Dolph)
I smoke a lotta gas (Yeah), drink a lotta syrup (Yeah)
Did a lot of dirt (Yeah), flipped a lot of work, ayy
Walk up in the spot (Yeah), they like, "Baller alert" (Woah)
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt
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