Ballpark

I can hear you crying out for help Sorry I done mistaked you for someone else You done took what I had left Im quick To take off fast in that RT What's it gonna take to make you leave Try to leave you alone and feel discreet He play he gon' die behind his beef He play that lil' boy he gon' DIE Dont wear no suit, niggaa I don't TIE I heard He tellin' he can't be around me Ballparking shit, them hittas elite Paul walker shit, I scert off the lease, your bitch she prayin' hard Got that hoe on her knees young, nigga a rockstar Got that rip on my jeans Driving' fast, I done fucked up the lot I'm a dog, yeah, bitch, I'm a rot Countin' cash, I don't f*ck with the money counter Drop the bag, they gone run in your spot Clip hold a hunnid, might run out the stamina Bitch im a shot caller, I'm too far from a amateur I keep a broom stick, come through sweep like a janitor I remember when my mama a janitor I was venting when my heart irregular' she worked in the church I think thats the shit that helped her, I come through skirt I'd hop out that whip in leather Been walkin' shit, them boys been steppers' I hit that lil' bitch once and left her I only did that cause she was full of herself You don't know how many times I failed You don't know how many times I failed, you I told that bitch, do not call up my cellular You niggas be copyin' paste, y'all niggas is speculars Lil baby just hear what I say, I'm just tryna better ya I'm still hearin' all your problems, you venting them It ain't as easy as writin' a letter Been in the stu everyday , and I'm still gettin' better I can hear you crying out for help Sorry I done mistaked you for someone else You done took what I had left Im quick To take off fast in that RT What's it gonna take to make you leave Try to leave you alone and feel discreet He play he gon' die behind his beef He play that lil' boy he gon' DIE Dont wear no suit, niggaa I don't TIE I heard He tellin' he can't be around me Ballparking shit, them hittas elite Paul walker shit, I scert off the lease, your bitch She prayin' hard Got that hoe on her knees young, nigga a rockstar Got that rip on my jeans Driving' fast, I done fucked up the lot I'm a dog, yeah, bitch, I'm a rot Countin' cash, I don't f*ck with the money counter Drop the bag, they gone run in your spot Clip hold a hunnid, might run out the stamina Bitch im a shot caller, I'm too far from a amateur I keep a broom stick, come through sweep like a janitor