Lyrics Ballin - rosyxo

Im balling im ballin on top
Hitting em licks know we aint gonna stop
We running from cops on the block
Throw out the blade know we ain getting caught i forgot

Internet chats turn into drops
Popping em pills she be losing the plot
She get in her feels she goes for a walk
She run thru a house and yk she got caught

I'm ballin now wait till it drops
Check out my tracks my fans r on top
I'm flippen em techy no way to get caught
Run out the store n we like what we got

Hop in the beamer no room for the opps
Sellin that q no need to get tought
She wonna go buy the ice on the chain
Sellin the snow the purest cocaine

She wonna link up but she playin em games
Walk down the street and yk i got brain
We smokin the kush they say that we lame
Meet at the park and there's dirt on my name

Wonna go rap she scared of being lame
All bout drugs not bars just fame
Runnin from cops oh no what shame
Jumps out the car with a gun then aims

Run down streets better heard what i said
Dogs got called better jump the fence
Me n em boys got chased by em feds
Bro got done while others hit legs

Gotta run fast got the cans in the bag
Hearing em shake think the coppas are mad
Don't give a fuck bout pigs just racks
Stacking em up no time to relax

Pull to the side then we pull on the trigger
Junkie got fried better know that we hitters
Bitch wonna dip now see him run quicker
Tear up his shirt n they call us lil rippers

Play with the opps better know that u lacking
Out on the streets all i hear is jus chatting
All about talk no time for the action
Better go wait im recording while laughing

Im balling im ballin on top
Hitting em licks know we aint gonna stop
We running from cops on the block
Throw out the blade know we ain getting caught i forgot

Internet chats turn into drops
Popping em pills she be losing the plot
She get in her feels she goes for a walk
She run thru a house and yk she got caught

She ballin now wait till it drops
Check out my tracks my fans r on top
I'm flippen em techy no way to get caught
Run out the store n we like what we got

Hop in the beamer no room for the opps
Sellin that q no need to get tought
She wonna go buy the ice off the chain
Sellin that snow the purest cocaine

Stopped by the cops and i cannot explain
Questioned by them and i say not again
Smoking em buds got the top shit strains
While i sit at home playing cod campaigns

Don't give a fuck and ill sesh in the rain
Light up a J it be numbing the pain
Kick it with her she don't gotta complain
While i go the store n i buy her a chain

Sitting at mine i be tripping for days
Taking a tab i be stuck in this phase
Go to school high and they say that im blazed
While im spitting em rhymes cuz yk i don't play

Work on my songs it be taking for days
They say that it's so fire i say it's okay
Playing my tracks at a party insane
Aint doing this shit for the money or fame