Ball N Chill Lyrics – Rob49
Ball and chill I know how the game go
But I’m still out here hustling
Trying to stack my change, woah
Too much hate and I can’t do my thing, can’t do my thing
I still got two more half a pound to sling, pounds of sling
Say I still be flexing to much in my bullet proof black truck
Still ain’t get touched, about to say *** that and buy a Trackhawk
Stunnin’ like Stunna
Snatching niggas and *** I’ve done it
So imma be up on mine I got that philly incoming
They say it’s lonely at the top or som’
But I wouldn’t feel that way cause I would put my niggas on
When me and Zay was swiping cars and serving hard
I don’t know why but I still be feeling like he still my dog
I know he not but I still love him
Can’t believe I brought this up
I still feel envy from them niggas who I go to war with
I try my hardest not to put my real life in this rap ***
Get out the hood but I can’t lie these niggas got me *** up
Yeah *** I got my L keep going back to court I hate it there
Tryna do *** right but my big cause got me in stolen cars
He ain’t even tell me nothin’ I’m thinking I’m riding good
But we going fed if we get caught we doing five years
D3 caught a headshot I still be feeling dead inside
We was supposed to ride the game and shine but you ain’t wake me up
I ran through this *** that’s why I keep saying I run New Orleans
Gooded in the hood we got a problem tell a *** sorry
*** I was cool with you niggas, I went to school with you niggas
Y’all was the main ones sharing now y’all want see me not living
I was outside when you wasn’t
I was smoking *** at 11
I was selling *** at 16 I heard them niggas said that I didn’t
Ball and chill I know how the game go
But I’m still out here hustling
Trying to stack my change, woah
Too much hate and I can’t do my thing, can’t do my thing
I still got two more half a pound to sling, pounds of sling
Say I still be flexing to much in my bullet proof black truck
Still ain’t get touched, about to say *** that and buy a trackhawk
Stunnin’ like Stunna
Snatching niggas and *** I’ve done it
So imma be up on mine I got that philly incoming
What imma stop my shine cause you niggas hatin’ on mine
How when niggas do that and I’m real respect my mind
I got all my vultures tweakin’ tryna put *** on the shelf
Co just got a P go break that *** down in the note
*** so dry I heard big rick don’t even got nothin’
That *** usually have som’ when it’s a dry season
Asked out season
So me and my vultures got this project sold up
Selling za for bub numbers this whole summer
Yeah, yeah
I’m serving P’s
What they say what they say
Yeah whitney houston, bro serving whitney houston
Took a bad *** out the projects *** her good and brought her booted
Thuggin’ hard like a ***
Trappin’ hard like a ***
Ain’t want let me *** a year ago now she telling me sit for her
1942 turnt up quick now she sucking *** ***
Ball and chill I know how the game go
But I’m still out here hustling
Trying to stack my change, woah
Too much hate and I can’t do my thing, can’t do my thing
I still got two more half a pound to sling, pounds of sling
Say I still be flexing to much in my bullet proof black truck
Still ain’t get touched, about to say *** that and buy a trackhawk
Stunnin’ like Stunna
Snatching niggas and *** I’ve done it
So imma be up on mine I got that philly incoming
