Текст песни Ball Hard - Pasto Flocco

Work hard everyday, I'ma make it,
Nobody stoppin' me, it's fuck all my enemies
You know we complete,
We gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me
Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed
She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like Pasto
Work hard everyday, I'ma make it,
Nobody stoppin' me, it's fuck all my enemies
You know we complete,
We gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me
Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed
She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like Pasto
Work hard everyday, I'ma make it,
Nobody stoppin' me, it's fuck all my enemies
You know we complete,
We gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me
Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed
She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like Pasto

Yeah, in the stu' I found a new sound
All these bitches callin', "Oh my God, what did I do now?"
Hit it from the back and she can't take it, only two rounds
Shawty for the team, bounced around, we playing pool now
Kill it once, then I pass to my cuz'
You run up on me, you know that I'm bussin'
Pasto, that's a name that she love
I just wanna fuck, I cannot be cuffin'
Call up Huncho, we kick down your door, now get on the floor
Now she gotta eat, then she gotta go, we screamin' like ho'
Off White on the back of my pants, I just wanna get to these bands
Up the choppa now that nigga gon' dance
Runnin' ricky, yeah, he ran
AP clappin' shit like I'm payin'
Rockin' Gucci, yeah, that shit is from France
Niggas saying they ain't never your mans
Call up Tecca, yeah the grip never jam
Call up Jenny, yeah he fuck with G's
Call my accountant, money, tell all my fiends
Skinny nigga but more money I keep
Call up Mixy, yeah he smoking them trees
Count it up, I'm ahead of my dream
Doin' digs, yeah, shawty a treesh
One day, I'ma be in the hills
I need all the money, I need it for real

You cannot catch me
Run this shit like a motherfuckin' track meet
Nigga why you actin'?
Come get yo bitch back then
I don't know why the hell your ass still is askin'
My girl facetime me, she be blackin'
I need my breesh and the motherfuckin' backend
I need my breesh and the motherfuckin' backend
I need my breesh and the motherfuckin' backend
'Cause me and Pasto tryna get it all
Shoot so good, I could show you the ball
Don't talk crazy, you gon' fall
And I'm always in her mouth like some Halls
I am livin' like a NASCAR baby girl, I am driven
Now the youth is lookin' up to how a nigga livin'
I'm not anybody, baby, I cannot be slippin'
I'm not anybody, baby, I cannot be slippin'

Drip and drown, we don't make a sound, a private life is a best life
When you will cry, I will hold you down,
I put you to sleep, have a sweet night
Just like it's Zack and it's Cody,
London Tipton, yeah we livin' the sweet life
Street smart, young nigga, I will never bring knives to a gun fight
I walk in the spot and they stare
I am not tuckin' my chain, boy you a lame
Lace front, lightskin with long hair
Cartier frames, Revenge on my Vans
Man, I don't really want you
You call me through Bluetooth
Now you doing Voodoo, yeah, yeah