paroles de chanson Young N***a Balling - TrAppa

I'ma spend everything I come in the mall with
Boy I bet you got about a dub in your closet
Young nigga ballin', runnin' with bosses
Baby you gon' have to hurry up and nut and get off me

Cause bitch I'm in a rush tryna run through this doggy
I be posted up serving, I come if you call me
And yeah I toss another one if you bought 3
You a trap nigga winning got these fuck niggas salty

Winter time grind, I've been stuffin' my joggies
Niggas say it's up but they ain't up, niggas lost me
Bitch I'm up dog shit, way outta dogs reach
And gang, them go bust him in his shit soon as dog reach

All these coffee cups and I ain't never drunk no coffee
Yo bitch just told my bitch she ain't never comin' off me
If it ain't bout no paper you would never come across me
Got them black cat strickers, boy you never wanna cross me

I'ma spend everything I come in the mall with
Boy I bet you got about a dub in your closet
Young nigga ballin', runnin' with bosses
You gon' have to hurry up and nut and get off me

Cause bitch I'm in a rush tryna run through this doggy
Young trap nigga winning got these fuck niggas salty
Young trap nigga winning got these fuck niggas salty
Niggas say it's up but they ain't up, niggas lost me

Why the fuck you ain't let it bust when you saw me
Got it out the mud, no luck that was all me
Type of nigga can't be fucked with on or off me
Young nigga ballin' after hundreds of losses

Tryna tell these motherfuckers that I wasn't just talkin
I done locked in with the plug, now that doggy
Took a lot of risks, I was nothin' but cautious
I'm so fuckin' bossed up, I need buzzed in the office

I'm in love with that son, put a cup in my coffin
Write it on my headstone, put a young nigga ballin
Boy don't get your head blowed, all that fuck shit you talkin
I ain't know that was bros hoe, I be fuckin' her often

Bitch I got the power like I'm cousins with Austin
I got peoples in the peak, Kentucky and Boston
Tell it to the highest bidder like I'm runnin' an auction