bitch we ball - kankan lyrics
[intro: kankan]
hold on, n*gga, yeah
n*gga, i’m high as f*ck right now, yeah
i’m too high, i’m too high, uh
[verse 1: kankan]
n*gga, like hold on, n*gga know we got dracs inside this b*tch
so don’t move wrong, you could lose your life inside this b*tch
now i got two phones ’cause these hoes be on my d*ck
walked in with two poles even though these n*ggas, they ain’t on sh*t
we like the group home, hold on, two tone
ayy, freebandz sh*t, b*tch, i feel like pluto
hold on, double r, uh, n*gga, taliban
drac’ came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans
hold on, twin say, that sh*t fye as f*ck, copped that new drac’
hold on, twin say, when you blow that b*tch, make sure you hit his face
hold on, twin say, i had to go and throw that b*tch away
ridin’ broad day, ain’t no witness so it ain’t no case, n*gga
hold on, twin say, caught a pj, yeah, we out the state
i’m like d*mn, how the f*ck i catch a case right out of state?
and i caught that b*tch soon as i left la (yeah)
i ain’t have no bond, was out the second day (ha, yeah)
ayy, and f*ck the rap sh*t, all these n*ggas g*y (yeah)
ayy, big before them rap, yeah, i been paid (ha)
b*tch, yeah, most of my n*ggas don’t rap, they still made a way
me and abby been locked in since the eighth grade
i say free lil’ will, he locked up in that cage (free lil’ will)
off this rap sh*t, my mama bills, they paid
damani scored some drank so we finna pour it up
and my fans say they prayin’ for me but i don’t even give a f*ck
and, n*gga, f*ck this money, n*gga, throw that sh*t up
n*gga, what you saved up, yeah, i put in my cup
these hoes can’t get saved, n*gga, they just out of luck
they say, “kan, you sound the same,” i had to change it up (ha)
[bridge: kankan]
yeah, these hoes can’t get saved, n*gga, they just out of luck, yeah, ha
yeah, these hoes can’t get saved, n*gga, they just out of luck, yeah, ha
[verse 2: summrs]
told kan, “put the gloves on, n*gga, we goin’ in, don’t drop that rod” (yeah)
my n*gga too tweaked out on x pills ’cause he might have to send that boy (bah)
and don’t you send ya lil’ flunked out n*ggas out west unless you want his ass go meet god (yeah)
we in that fast b*tch in the fast lane, that b*tch knew it was us as soon as she saw it (huh?)
my n*gga sendin’ that drank through the east script knowin’ that b*tch gon’ land tomorrow
my n*ggas keep that self defense on even when you poppin’ out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i*10, that b*tch tryna crawl a f*ckin’ wall (skrrt, woah)
ain’t none of my n*ggas hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall (yeah)
she tryna kick sh*t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lock jaw (yeah)
n*gga seen his b*tch in my likes, askin’ if i hit and i’m like, “nah”
just linked with my plug from the h, he showed me a hunnid, told him, “b*tch, we ball”
[open verse]
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