Ball Out

[Chorus] I just want to ball out with the squad at the bar with the stars and the cars out I just want to ball out and when I walking bling got these items and the moll out I just want to ball out I’m like flying all the times no sleep I'ma do it for my niggas I just want to ball out I be flying all day all night I’m a real go get to [Verse 1] On the spot bat caves digital beams and scanners Double pots, microwaves, ride down windows and cameras We time swivel, stepping on that yatchy Your money funny like a lickle I make a thousand stacks a hour I’m still connected like a Rallister gotta line on that there powder I’m not a judge but gotta jury balling like Stephan Curry Get you outta here in hurry if I must Most of the time supposed be worried caz they jealous their bitch on me Caz wakey without the brush no Murrays Power player no bench press just burpies Eating pistachios cleaning my AKs smoking me weed and bumping me regain All work no play play I be gone till November, I’m leaving May The best thing I want y’all to do for me is pray That I make it home and get back safely one day I’m a for real life hussla I sit on the fucking case I'ma ball till I have it all, till what? Till fall on my fucking face [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yea, no game lockout no key You trying smoke with no trees No fatigue you so weak Sidewalk you not street Sit down no feet Plucking on em no 3's Blowouts no outies Sit back take your bitch on the under low key Money up no sleep Head back nosebleeds See mid 3's OG's Dotty big I’m rolling Picture me rolling 2Pac I’m blowing Keith White I’m so smooth Chilli palmer be cool Made it clear see through Backshots re do I show you rear view you better duck D2 I’m D1 you D2 homeboy I don’t see you Any way my team on dream all you wanna be Halloween Jamie Lee Curtis, Jackson came 50 Icing on this mic all strong on this bike Pedal to the metal gear solid you just all hype [Chorus] [Verse 3] No pencil or paper banker only kind a live with Doctor, chopper, bed surgeon if we think he feel right Having no money concussion leave ya head hurt Good community I rest in peace like a dead person Crib look like a mansion compared to your house Focus on money you focus on me like what ya all about She’s back woods type I live in a log house Yea I been to your house sperming ya broads up Ain't even going lie she showed me a dope time Paper view, showtime, charged her like my phone died Entourage clothes line homies stay on your grind Could be where I was at 2 years ago with no time Backwards feeling it we dark silhouette My name nicotine and cane but nah I don’t smoke cigarettes But I smoke niggas I’m addicted to gettinf them bitches wet I got a joke for ya money ya all don’t get it yet [Chorus]