Lyrics Ballin - Lil Sheik, SOB X RBE

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