40 Ball

(This is real music) (We love you Kenji) Yeah, uh, Rick Owen on my feet, they just my beaters Yeah, uh, she think that I'm rude, my pockets meaner Yeah, uh, Latina mommy, she might be a beaner I think she trying to set me up, I link up with my heater Yeah, 40 ball, I drop that at the mall I keep a stick, got a 40 clip, Stuffed in my drawls Ringer going off If it ain't music, I'ma just ignore the call Prada my pants, 50 my Bands I'm about to jump out the Lam Tell her"Yes Ma'am" Butt so big, how does it fit in her pants How do I feel Don't say a word I'ma just do my little dance You tell me I love her, I guess that's enough I drop a band on her nails This lil' girl's smart, but she popping an ex I think she came out of Yale Make her new boyfriend or ex To him, but it's still like I'm casting a spell Choppa ball like curry I'ma hit that boy from deep Lil' girl laid up off dem' shrooms No, she cannot speak Yeah, lil' girl pretty And she having fun She loving me I went up, Now, they say I'm fake, well, I guess I'm green My bro greened out He been cheifin' all the weed My bro leaned out Off the kickstand he gon' sleep All of this money a drug I guess I'm popping a bean I'm doing well so young I'm making bands as a teen I'm making bands as a teen 200K in a week?, Just keep your eyes on me Iso, nigga, I'm a demon I got my ears on freeze I ain't even tryna go beat it Call up the hoe, For the? Call up ya' bih, get her all on knees She is a freak She eat the dick, like she don't got teeth Chewin' the meat Nigga, wan' talk bout' Twitter beef, Do you wanna meet? An my pocket, stuck with G's, Not talking about weed Huh, Yeah, groupie gon' please Huh, Yeah, I'm burnin' through money Uh, Yeah, I'm shreddin' the cheese Why are you laughin? Ain't shit funny with me I don't got my pole, I'm dolo, Uh, Why you runnin' from me? And This not my car, A stolo Run from police I get a Ft tho Shout out to Chino Yeah Hey Hey Yeah, uh, Rick Owen on my feet, they just my beaters Yeah, uh, she think that I'm rude, my pockets meaner Yeah, uh, Latina mommy, she might be a beaner I think she trying to set me up, I link up with my heater Yeah, 40 ball, I drop that at the mall I keep a stick, got a 40 clip, Stuffed in my drawls Ringer going off If it ain't music, I'ma just ignore the call Prada my pants, 50 my Bands I'm about to jump out the Lam Tell her"Yes Ma'am" Butt so big, how does it fit in her pants How do I feel Don't say a word I'ma just do my little dance You tell me I love her, I guess that's enough I drop a band on her nails