Ball 4 Ball Lyrics – Summrs
Yeah, Yeah
Rappin’ since I got money
I got them drugs in my body
Hold up ***, don’t try me
I might just put me a homi
I might just put me a homi
I just might *** on yo mommy
She loving me, Lovin’, I love [?] (Ooh)
Tryna talk to my brother, [?] never got the same mother (Uh)
[?] Damn, shawty touching me you gon’ meet yo [?]
Word to my mother, I’m a rich ass ***
Driving a 18 wheel, Like a *** trucker
Or I’m in a GLE, [?] Hummer
I just got me a bad ***, she let me *** her
*** up all of these racks, you know that I carry a *** bag (Yeah)
My killers gon’ *** for that sac
This *** that she love me gave me a text
But I told that *** I already had them damn rackies
***’s on me, I dont want cops, nobody home (Yeah)
This watch cost a leg and a arm (Yeah)
I walk up in this *** on (Yeah)
Take them racks, I’m *** in this morning
This *** say I’m so charming
Designer, my [?] frozen
You can see the diamonds when they storm in
And you can’t afford *** [?] (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I *** on lil *** for nun’
I *** on lil *** for nun’
I got a [?] I *** on lil *** for nun’
I *** on lil *** for nun’
I sent my *** on a hunt
Wrist lit, *** lit
Popping, Yeah, Rick Rick
Blue Lambo, Pull Up ***
Ha, They late as ***
Pull up and pop your brain ***
Put that *** and his face quick
Ruger, Ruger, I’m clutching that *** Ruger
Let a clip at the bottom, Its long like a ruler
Sending ***’s I know they gon’ do ya
These lil ***’s ***, so soft
Coulda *** around, Knock your dreads off
And I’m sippin’ that red, Not wock
And I’m sipping that [?], Ya, Ya
Lil *** dont play, Im’a play with you ***
You glarin’ me, choppa go “Fa, Fa”
I spent some bagguetes on a yellow coupe
I’m tryna take the top off
My last [?]
A *** play up in this ***, We gon’ send him to [?], TopGolf