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ballout/benito - ball out dk lyrics

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rado

bldddddd

doop doop doop

benitooooo

ayo moneyy you going crazy

they know im fenna talk my sh*t when im in the stu
i hate a loud a** b*tch that f*ck up the mood

n*ggas getting snaked out in the streets you better stay in school

and i thought bro was a mechanic cause he keep a tool

my glock got t*tties it had a d*ck thats a transgender

im getting racks so make the pockets of my pants bigger

no explanation needed

why

you understand n*gga

thirty eight the sh*ll catcher you will never see it jam n*gga

i used to be broke but i’m chasing racks now

if its smoke wit my brotha its smoke with me no i won’t back down

and you know them pistols they make a clap sound

i got еm all suprised they like dk d*mn you rap now
a lot of n*ggas wanna see somеbody come smack on caine

b*tch you smoking on crack cocaine

i will beat yo a** and bust at you push back yo waves

one man army rock alone to attack yo gang

they ain’t give me nothing now i got if they ask they can’t get nada

i want a wife cause these h*es man they come wit a million problems

yea im chasing after racks yea i’m need a million dollars

imma invest up in my music yea i need a million commas

sum like rashad off atl but i dont roller skate

i bought a strap i let it blatt and make yo shoulder shake

i had to smack my b*tch upside her head made my controller break

he think he got a deal he paid fifteen for a bowl of shake

i only smoke weed this n*gga asking where i get perkys
and asked how much a quarter pound cost and only spent thirty

its the afternoon i been striking since six thirty

my gun like you b*tches she look clean but the sh*t dirty

coming up the hill i wrecked the whip soon as i hit kirby

smoke from the airbag got in my eye now my sh*t blurry

these n*ggas hate but i can’t let that latch onto me

im tryna go and get rich catch me overseas

they ain’t pay attention when i get rich they gone notice me

and i peep these n*ggas capalot like they polo g

a mil in my account uh yea im getting that

remember i was broke and bummy now my pockets fat

in the field with the pack you bet not fumble that

if they slide on yo block for ten seconds it sound like bubble wrap

doop doop doop i left his a** in a pool of blood

she kept accusing me so i did the sh*t she accused me of

my n*gga fought a perc addiction he abusing drugs

still will body slam a officer and shoot the judge

my teacher failed me on the test so i popped her tires

nah for real she failed me i was mad as f*ck

popped ms johnson tires so that b*tch she had to catch the bus

my n*ggas really got some sh*t that can flip a truck

i had a zip and a scale

twenty eight grams

thats a starter pack

b*tch i finish sh*t and you started that

n*gga get to perpin’ seen me in person had a heart attack

n*gga stay getting shot at he ain’t sparking back

where yo gun at n*gga

aye why he ain’t sparking back benito

thats a waste of six hundred dollars

b*tch

man what

uh uh uh da da da da da

- ball out dk lyrics

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