Ball And Chain lyrics

[Intro: Panther]
-walk him down, you can't hold him down! Ball And Chain here we go! my Brother Boo Bonic! Nothing Really Matters :D

[Verse: Ricky Hil]
Yeah, she came to see me, like a ball game
I used to wear her name, on a small chain
Until she cheated on me, and I snapped on her
Like a ball chain, you my Ball And Chain
You say you love me, but its all game
I be f*cking with these b*tches that you call lame
I feel all pain, it leaves a small stain
See, we too different
I wear di*kies you wear Balmain
I like weed you like cocaine
I gotta losе this girl mama, like loose change
I don't know why I'm tripping likе loose strings
Blood bleeds red outta blue veins
I get a feeling that I can't explain
I get high, then I feel ashamed
I can't appreciate you
You was hoing, that depreciate you
I don't even give you all my time i abbreviate you
You stressed out, I can't alleviate you
I don't even hate you, its prolly killing you
It wasn't even meant to, you know I can't embrace you
And something in me can't erase you
So i gotta replace you
Assimilate you, I clone you
You know that b*tch I come home to
In my city that I roam through
And that life I'm holding on to
Even if I don't want to
[Verse 2: Bonic]
LIMOS, Nostra boys coming in, look
I'm cut from a cloth that buff shine a Rolls Royce
Thought i was done rapping, they left me no choice
She said i gotta voice, it always leave her moist
She print model cause she 5'9" [?]
I get the Wonder in like Stevie
If these b*tches really need me
If im broke would they need me?
It's no Hussle left, worth a Nip
I convert a b*tch, i know you heard it b*tch
And that's for lack of a better term
This sh*t different now, aye bro you better learn
Yeah, you ain't the only one getting bands
16 more to go offa only fans
Me and my girl eat together like a first date
7 course meals, 6 figure deals
Spitting with Ricky Hil, sh*t is always Ill!
Like stay at home orders, and Tylenol pills
Went i spit they say that man go
That man flow, crazy motherf*cker like Van Gogh
Gun in my pocket b*tch I gotta let my hand go
Just in case that man show
He want [?] with the baddest Don daughta
In that 2020 Prada, can't fade me nada
I got the cheese to get you wrapped like an enchilada
I'm a combo, quesadilla, Piña Coladas
When the order go through, Postmates
Followed by a suite, post dates
I think you hoing out your talent if you post rates
Make 'em holla at you, Bonic I holla at you