Ball State lyrics

by

70th Street Carlos


[Intro]
Bang
Grrah, grrah, ooh
Look

[Verse]
Waiting for Cal to call me to go to Ball State (I'm on the way)
High as a b*tch, I'm to the clouds, feel like I'm outer space
So many numbers in my phone, a n*gga out of space (Delete that sh*t)
Man, I was way over there, I smacked him by mistake
Up that b*tch, no hesitation
Drop that b*tch, Carlos don't wait
Beacoup sh*t up on my plate
Was hungry so you know I ate
Pull up, f*ck the invitation
Come on b*tch, I'm not impatient
Free my n*gga out the backroom
All that time that n*gga facing
My n*gga always wear a mask, I call that n*gga Jason
And you know we got that white just like my sister's mama Stacy
And I'm goin' to get diamonds in my mouth soon I take off these braces
And them b*tches on me like a phone, just like them phone cases
And my b*tch with me all on a trip, that's a baecation
She know I'm retarded, she be callin' me a mental patient
What you tryna get? A sip, meet me at the gas station
On them Adderalls, all my n*ggas out here bag chasin'
Walk up in the club, they showin' love, b*tches ass shakin'
And b*tches on our di*k, them n*ggas mad, I see them sad faces
Got my own Nicki, and I'm lookin' like, "You bad, baby"
Grab her and I kiss her and I'm grabbin' on that ass, baby
Plus my b*tch ten just like two hands
Gettin' money, that sh*t in my genes just like blue pants
Mhm, all that f*ckin' mumbling, what is you saying?
n*ggas been on snake sh*t, that's why I don't do them new friends
I was on that lean in public lackin', won't do it again
n*gga say he with that seven, but who put you in?
Even got colors but I'll still'll put you in a blend
Aimin' at your head but it's goin' through your skin
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