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Ball on these niggas mane like there's no tomorrow

Got a couple bad bitches on me I don't even call

Call my choppa queen latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off

Real trap n***a 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 bitches to call

Now I'm that n***a man who would ever thought

Now I'm that n***a man who would ever thought

Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought

Wack niggas be loony tunes I will shoot at any goon

These little niggas 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 ya ass off even though I dropped out of school

I don't speak for f**king 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***a but in jail giving up your food

Boy you ain't a street n***a who the f**k you trying to fool

10 bands on your head just to get my shorty's something to do

More like free money and 'em cause I'ma pull up too

Ball on these niggas mane like there's no tomorrow

Got a couple bad bitches on me I don't even call

Call my choppa queen latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off

Real trap n***a 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 bitches to call

Now I'm that n***a man who would ever thought

Now I'm that n***a man who would ever thought

Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought

Ever since my pops died no father figure

4 years later lost my brother mission harder n***a

Now I'm 15 with a strapped out 30

Me and little waka catch you slipping do you dirty

Came a long way from so icy to the squad

b***h who with me to chop some shit 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

Ball on these niggas mane like there's no tomorrow

Got a couple bad bitches on me I don't even call

Call my choppa queen latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off

Real trap n***a 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 bitches to call

Now I'm that n***a man who would ever thought

Now I'm that n***a man who would ever thought

Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought

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