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ball (like yee) - fukkit lyrics

[intro]
why am i so sad?
yeah, ayy, look (yah, yah), okay

[pre-chorus]
all i do is ball like, yeah
okay, look, i spend the checks up at the mall like yee
okay, i see you talking like you balled but
okay, look, all my n-ggas do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy)

[chorus]
all i do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (ayy, o—), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (okay, look, okay)

[verse 1]
smoke on that pack like it’s nothing, my n-gga
ride through yo’ city like f-ck it, i’m chillin’
back to back burnin’, [?] pray that i’m lifted
rollie pollie ollies, xanny got me zoted
motive, it’s that potion, sippin’ slowly
k!lling these n-ggas right out in the open
i’m in this b-tch and her p-ssy leave soakin’
we goin’ straight to the top, no makonnen
and my bro peddled the plug and you know it
that gram for the tank got the customer scoping
we hit the weed in the whip then we ride to the function
p-ssy n-ggas talkin’ p-ssy, they cuffing
i’m a baller, jordan, kobe, carmello
curry with the shot, i been clutch, makin’ plays
numbers been stackin’ so f-ck what you say
i got paid for the verse, you work hard like a slave
ayy, i don’t do good with the opps
ayy, i just say “f-ck you” to cops
ayy, i do dem tricks like magicians
ayy, david blaine inside yo’ block
ayy, [?], it’s a habit
i want it, i get it, you reaching, i grab it
i pull out that magnum, i don’t do it rough
you talk about pullin’ that glock, you could have it, ayy

[pre-chorus]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
all i do is ball like, yeah
okay, look, i spend the checks up at the mall like yee
okay, i see you talking like you balled but
okay, look, all my n-ggas do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy, yee)

[chorus]
all i do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (ayy, o—), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (okay, look, okay)

[verse 2]
shawty wanna tickle but she bad with the sh-ts
b-tch suck a d-ck, [?] with the clique
n-gga wanna talk like he really ’bouta make it
i think you mistaken ’cause there’s levels to this sh-t
rolled up the strip with a dirty lil’ cougar
young n-ggas rap like you need an approval
ride with the set, smoke loud in the uber
boost mobile, race track smellin’ like a sewer
pop with a shot from the glock if you talk about
the flock of n-ggas that been rockin’ with the show-stopper
[?], ’cause my mission is to get it
i ain’t never popped the pistol, [?]
and i’m dipping, roll like that dope, then my team gon’ hit it
roll with yo’ b-tch, then my team gon’ hit it
based god way i whip it, i’ma pour inside the kitchen
make a k!lling with my n-ggas and [?] love my b-tches
i been so clean and you know it, they call me f-kkit the poet
that’s a reference to my brother
scuffin’ off the dirt and wash it where they slumber
pouring up the drink and flexin’ with the missus
smoking like a piston but distantly wishing
ball in the future, balled since the beginning
bossing all these rappers i’m billing for reeling, chillin’

[chorus]
all i do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (ayy), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (ayy, o—), yee (ayy)
all i do is ball like yee (okay, look, okay)

- fukkit lyrics

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