Lyrics Sprinter - Ballout

Sprinter

Hey, what it do
Yeah
No sprinter, diesel fuel, we just running out
I’m on the roll, ain’t no if about it, I’m coming out
Stuffing grams in the backwood bout to burn it down
Had this bitch stand there with me I’m bout to run him out
I don’t do TSA if your heart is selling out
Woke up on this shit yeah I feel like stuntin now
I’m in the strip club throwing money out
All these bitches love me you should see they showing out
What I done tell em bring my foreign out
I got my cash on me I’m about to pill out
I’m still hustlin still ain’t had no dinner
If you pull up on my block you better get out
Cause my niggas talking shit but stick out
Watch what you say my nigga knock your shit out
Same old place you ain’t ready to sit down
If a motherfucker throw down and shut your shit down
I’m in i till I die he probably ready to quit now
I’m a boss yeah I work I had to learn the quick route
I’m on the 45 and I’m a sprinter on this telly
Diamonds there, troopers there come roll with me in a minute
No sprinter, diesel fuel, we just running out
I’m on the roll, ain’t no if about it, I’m coming out
Stuffing grams in the backwood bout to burn it down
Had this bitch stand there with me I’m bout to run him out
I don’t do TSA if your heart is selling out
Woke up on this shit yeah I feel like stuntin now
I’m in the strip club throwing money out
All these bitches love me you should see they showing out