Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ballin , by - Lil SheikRelease date: 18.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ballin |
| Big money ballin', Lil Sheik been shot callin |
| 3-point shooters with this Glock |
| The way them shots fallin |
| Hit the mall and tear it up |
| Lil Sheik ballin, pull off in a Porsche like it’s a sport |
| I got so used to ballin |
| And when you livin' like I’m livin' all these bitches callin' |
| Can’t get enough dope dick keep them bitches callin' |
| Pillow talking at the school, cut it out, jawsin |
| Hatin on me cus you see a young nigga ballin |
| Cus I’m younger, older niggas hate to see me flossin |
| Step in them balencies while you niggas still J-walkin |
| Burberry on my shirt, Kev vanwalkin |
| Broke ass flexin' on the gram nigga stop talkin' |
| Clutchin' 40's with them beams |
| Big guns on this team |
| Young nigga 16, hella bands what we mean |
| I flipwork and send P’s that’s how I’m livin' in these streets |
| Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team |
| Ruth Chris it’s on me, baby what you wanna eat |
| Pussy weak then it’s a fee |
| I’m tryna drown in that sea |
| Bust it open for a P |
| Chasin' bands I can’t breathe |
| Run marathons for my cheese |
| For the money in my jeans |
| All a nigga ever wanted was some paper |
| Me and my niggas touchin' bands and they hatin' |
| I remember all them days we was starvin' |
| Now a nigga gettin' paid just to say shit |
| Bad boy on my Mase shit |
| I be 10 toes down on my gang shit |
| Can’t a nigga dive in on my tray shit |
| SOB ballin' on these niggas we 2King |
| All these blues, you would think a nigga racist |
| Tuckin money for them lawyers and them cases |
| And my bitch got her own she be makin' |
| Hold you down if you ridin' like you say is |
| Better keep a bulletproof vest like 50 |
| Got 9 in the 40, 1 less than 50 |
| In town me and Sheik in the jets with them Glocks on us |
| Couple bands and Wall Street but ain’t no stock on us |
| In my foreign and my 40 ridin' passenger |
| And I wish a nigga would like a captain |
| And my bitch bad way far from average |
| And they say I’m actin' different how I’m actin |
| In love with the chop but this Glock, that’s my side thang |
| It was me and TT Gucci down in the 9th grade |
| 40 put a nigga in a suit like it’s Prom Day |
| And every time I slide, I’m tryna score like shots made |
| I’m OT, on the road chasin more cheese |
| Hunnid blues and green, with a chop the same size as me |
| Shootin' 2−2 three’s |
| This bitch kick like a soccer team |
| SOB bitch if you ain’t gang you can’t rock with me |
| Me and Sheik been snatchin' hoes |
| Been stackin' pros |
| Got the stick pokin', Big 40 |
| Been had them poles |
| Hit niggas blocks with them chops and start snatchin souls |
| Switch clips and keep knockin' |
| Like I been knockin at the door |
| Still on the block, bitch I’m posted till my heels ache |
| Got her on the blade bustin' dates till her heels break |
| Niggas been tryna bite the swag but they still can’t |
| On my grind nigga I ain’t stoppin' till a mill made |
| Clutchin' 40's with them beams |
| Big guns on this team |
| Young nigga 16, hella bands what we mean |
| I flipwork and send P’s that’s how I’m livin' in these streets |
| Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team |
| Ruth Chris it’s on me, baby what you wanna eat |
| Pussy weak then it’s a fee |
| I’m tryna drown in that sea |
| Bust it open for a P |
| Chasin' bands I can’t breathe |
| Run marathons for my cheese |
| For the money in my jeans |