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ballin’ - tk truze lyrics

now they see me ballin
now they sayin that i’m lit
yeah you see me ballin
yeah you see me with your b*tch
see me in the coupe
smashing up
i’m in the whip
cruising like 150
hope i don’t crash in this b*tch
yeah
speeding on the highway
i don’t care about the opps
yeah
riding with that pistol
b*tch you know i keep the shots
yeah
and i keep that sh*t above my hip
i never trip
yeah
smoking on this blunt
i’m high as f*ck
still ain’t going slip
yeah
smoking on the loudest
got a big amount b*tch
and i’m goin keep ballin
ballin out
on all this ralph sh*t
yeah
spend it spend it then i get it back
wait till i’m trending trending
and got all the racks
got designer on my waist
louie v i got the drip
an you know i’m f*cking ballin
ballin ballin
got the chips
yeah
ballin ballin ballin
ballin i can’t stop
shawty calling calling calling
say i’m hot

yeah yeah yeah
she know i’m always f*cking on that block
toting sh*t
pistol on me
an you know i’m getting hot
cops on me
keep on roaming
an they know i got the drop
on this p*ssy say he got the bag
i know i’m finna rock
rock and roll
rock and roll
yeah you knowing how it go
from the seven six oh
where it never f*cking snow
but my heart is f*cking snow
an i’m down to let it go
trying play me for my soul
an we going to take you whole
my heart cold
chicago
escobar like
pablo
if you want some f*cking snow
just come let a young in know
twenty five
it’s for the low
b*tch i came in for the dollars
want some cash
better tell me where it is
or i’m going spazz
if you don’t speak up
little rico’s get the mask
and the gat
pistol on me finna smash
ooh ooh
ooh ooh
you see me ballin now you trying play it cool
when they see me in the whip
they know i’m finna smash
yeah i’m up up in the coupe
about to do the dash
why you keep on hating on me
but you get no cash
boy you got no f*cking bag
hold up

that broke boy he hating
that broke boy he mad
that broke boy he hating on me
seen i got the bag
seen his b*tch be looking
at my m*th*f*ckin page
and she just liked my picture
and you know she know my gang
yeah she knowing all my gang
and where i hang
yeah she knowing that i’m hot
i keep the flames
with good aim
pistol on me finna m*th*f*ckin bang
you keep on talking p*ssy
we let you hang
in my city
they say my name
two hollows
to the brain
i be toting them thangs
off the rip
i’m insane
ride that whip with no brain
hold up
now they see me an they know
i do my thang
do my dance now yo b*tch want me
trying get some change
told her nah
i’m f*ck you
then i’m leaving i ain’t change
n0bu in malibu
was my last meal yeah
and they know i’m ballin
got the cash on me yeah

- tk truze lyrics

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