Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ball, artist - Fredo Santana. Album song Fredo Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SAVAGE SQUAD
Song language: English
Ball |
Ball on these niggas mane like there’s no tomorrow |
Got a couple bad bitches on me, I don’t even call |
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I’m 'bout to set it off |
Real trap nigga man, I done sold it all |
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall |
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers |
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 bitches to call |
Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought |
Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought |
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought |
Wack niggas be loony tunes, I will shoot at any goon |
These little niggas, y’all can’t fit up in my shoes |
Y’all know I carry big old tools, I go by them big old rules |
I can teach ya ass off even though I dropped out of school |
I don’t speak for fucking nothing, have my shooters shoot at you |
If there’s beef or something, I don’t do what rappers do |
In the trap, I’m trapping fool, want a pound? |
I’m taxing you |
Want a brick? |
I’m taxing you but try to rob, I’m clapping you |
Say you a street nigga but in jail giving up your food? |
Boy you ain’t a street nigga, who the fuck you trying to fool? |
10 bands on your head just to get my shorty’s something to do |
More like free Money and 'em cause I’ma pull up too |
Ball on these niggas mane like there’s no tomorrow |
Got a couple bad bitches on me, I don’t even call |
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I’m 'bout to set it off |
Real trap nigga man, I done sold it all |
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall |
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers |
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 bitches to call |
Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought |
Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought |
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought |
Ever since my pops died, no father figure |
4 years later, lost my brother, mission harder nigga |
Now I’m 15 with a strapped out 30 |
Me and little Waka catch you slippin', do you dirty |
Came a long way from So Icy to the Squad |
Bitch who with me to chop some shit apart |
Momma was a hustler, daddy was a killer |
Added up my options but this pistol felt more realer |
So I’ma ball on 'em like there’s no tomorrow |
Ball on 'em like there’s no tomorrow |
I might just set it off, all in the car |
100 rounds, all in the car |
Ball on these niggas mane like there’s no tomorrow |
Got a couple bad bitches on me, I don’t even call |
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I’m 'bout to set it off |
Real trap nigga man, I done sold it all |
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall |
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers |
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 bitches to call |
Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought |
Now I’m that nigga man, who would ever thought |
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought |