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no tags - ballout lyrics

[intro: terininto]
dp on the beat
ayy ball, this how we comin’?

[chorus: terintino]
all my n*ggas savages, they’ll take your sh*t
run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
trappin’ out exotic whips, this b*tch ain’t got no tits
p’s for the 32, i thought i told you this
all my diamonds clarity they always wettin’ sh*t
pull up in that big body with the gang in it
let a n*gga talk crazy then we droppin’ sh*t
scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

[verse 1: ballout]
hop up in a foreign whip, huh, smash on it (skrrt, skrrt)
walking out of neimans, h*lla bags on me (beep)
when i pop out, you know i got h*lla cash on me (racks)
riding down ’94, i was born in ’94 (90s baby)
this a moncler trenches ain’t no raincoat (moncler)
and my pockets lookin’ like some f*cking rainbows (rainbows)
and i’m still gettin’ it in the same clothes (dummy)
you n*ggas ain’t like me, we ain’t the same, hoe (same, hoe)
n*gga and i can take your f*cking main hoe (main thot)
i’ma put her on the bro, she gon’ bring that bread back (bring that cash back)
and i’m switchin’ lanes in a h*llcat (skrrt, skrrt)
you n*ggas still askin’ for y’all bread back? (y’all want your money, n*gga?)
[chorus: terintino]
all my n*ggas savages, they’ll take your sh*t
run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
trappin’ out exotic whips, this b*tch ain’t got no tits
p’s for the 32, i thought i told you this
all my diamonds clarity they always wettin’ sh*t
pull up in that big body with the gang in it
let a n*gga talk crazy then we droppin’ sh*t
scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

[verse 2: terintino]
all my n*ggas felonies (felonies)
yeah, we with the sh*ts (with the sh*ts)
run up in your backyard (backyard)
yeah we hop the fence (hop the fence)
i’m with doowop, he sixty shots (sixty shots)
foe be bl!ckin’ sh*t (bl!ckin’ sh*t)
smokin’ on some dead opps (dead opps)
this that tooka sh*t (tooka)
we four*fives with red dots (red dots)
don’t make me shot this
stupid b*tch look at my wrist now (wrist now)
i’m on some flexin’ sh*t
got your b*tch all on facetime (facetime)
but i don’t trust the b*tch
in the maybach, but don’t use the blinds
ain’t never had sh*t
[chorus: terintino]
all my n*ggas savages, they’ll take your sh*t
run up in your trap house, heard you got some bricks
trappin’ out exotic whips, this b*tch ain’t got no tits
p’s for the 32, i thought i told you this
all my diamonds clarity they always wettin’ sh*t
pull up in that big body with the gang in it
let a n*gga talk crazy then we droppin’ sh*t
scratch off in a foreign whip with no tags on it

- ballout lyrics

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