Ball Heavy

Certified trap nigga Know the streets cuz I'm in em Laughing at competition Smoking vicious block bending Nigga acting like he up he need Oscar for pretending Imma heavy weight, scaling every weight in the trap I'm every state tryna navigate to them racks I should work at ups the way we flooding with them packs My bitch texting me wit issues ain't no telling where I'm at Aint no slide downs if he ain't gang it's a slat Yo opinion never mattered f*ck yo input he a rat Ain't no second guessing we got turkeys coming gift wrapped Who got wok I need a tip I need bitches asap I know real members I hung wit em & thug wit em Imma real glitcher come out the bank and I hurt feelings All blues on me ripping pockets up out my denim I know everybody say they in the trenches we be in em Drop the Lo and we can send em If folks say it's a bad day f*ck a rap we get to drilling I popped out gallery today I do this for the Children The bitch telling me she just lost her mind I lost the ceiling This shit no more than business hey On the Fiserv floor but my shooters on the balcony Feel like Giannis I'm counting 40 before I go to sleep Blicky on me I'm in the church hearing the pastor speak Duffle bags wit dirty money devil after me We ran up a 100 to replace all of the casualties Told gang we can come a brick we come a rack a piece I walk the dog like I'm coming Vick them bitches off the leash You need a plug just call me thug I got that shit in reach You better ball heavy You better ball heavy First they love you then they start hating First they love you then they start hating Better ball heavy (run the money up) Better ball heavy (run the money up) First they love you then they start hating First they love you then they start hating Imma real life glitcher I went harder in the drought Yeah I'm in here cooking food but I ain't talking In and Out Told my bitch she can't clean up I gotta dub in the couch Book a flight to Melrose I gotta run I'm running out I can't say I like School but I can add up large amounts Paid 400 hundred for these jeans but the stick keep poking out In the foreign riding dirty only take expensive routes I took a 50 out the Call BOA cuz they can vouch Crime Family that's 4L I told lil folks Imma brand it In the Mil I'm forever with these Bucks shit I ain't Brandon Out in Gary selling girl I ain't from here I ain't Janet When you counting up the blues you get a chill while rubber banding Spot booming call a nigga Chris Breezy how we ran it Its the mob shoot a nigga in his legs he can't stand it I could never dunk a ball but with this work a nigga slamming We could never fall off cuz the phones keep cramming You better ball heavy You better ball heavy First they love you then they start hating First they love you then they start hating Better ball heavy Better ball heavy First they love you then they start hating First they love you then they start hating