Ball Movement lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Phew
Phew, phew, phew
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
If you don't f*ck with them, I don't f*ck with you
Don't ask "Who am I?", who the f*ck is you?
b*tch, me and my n*ggas ball, we don't f*ckin' hoop
Talkin' crazy, lil' n*gga, you ain't bulletproof (Bah, bah)
I got the bullet to prove it
Boy, this sh*t real life, he thinkin' it's music
Give that boy a lil' fade, he lookin' like Boosie
We sippin' Act', we on clips, this sh*t like a movie
She tryna make love, I told her f*ck me like a groupie
I pull my di*k out and tell her blow it like a loosie
Bring them sticks out, we got FNs, no Lucci
She put the wop on me 'cause I'm rockin' all Gucci
If anybody ask, b*tch, we all Gucci
The opps see a trick, [?] try to [?] like what y'all doin'? Huh
Look at the score, n*gga, y'all losin'
f*ck the b*tch, pass her to bro, good ball movement

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Trippin' in the rental, f*cked around, crashed the Honda Civic
OT settin' plays up, had to pop a vitch
Lil' Brodie work for Faygo, he be poppin' n*ggas
All I do is run a check up like a doctor visit
I ain't got no blue check but my check blue, b*tch
Thirty round f*ckers, every Glocky got a pool stick
I don't want no Ghetto vibes, I only want a rude b*tch
Four-nickel tucked, I ain't worried 'bout your two cents
Hellcats, Trackhawks, we gon' fast pace it
Hundred missed calls from my b*tch, I've been sack chasin'
7.62s, boy, these b*tches' back breakin'
SBDSM, we number one, the opps last placin'
Flashin' Benjies at her, got her jumpin' out her panties
Got a twenty ball in all dubs bustin' out my fanny
If it's up then it's stuck, put it on my granny
Boy, I know you sick that your b*tch tryna f*ck on Stanley
[Verse 3]
Nutted in an opp b*tch, I'm tryna join a family
Sike, I'm lyin', I'm tryna kill a broke ass baby daddy
n*gga ain't got five the cent, y'all paid that for the Addy
But let me hop up off that tip and show you how to stack it
b*tch, we them Camp boys, come see us in traffic
I see y'all tryna be the Camp, but this sh*t more than rappin'
He say we ran out of bags, it's more in the attic
He say we ran out of Bens, it's more in the stashes
Them n*ggas keep on dyin', they runnin' out of caskets
Got his mama screaming, "Why? Why it had to happen?"
'Cause your baby, he a b*tch, and I had to blast him
n*ggas was fans first 'fore they ever was static
I'll rather see me down before I get to rattin'
You will get up in that room and they ain't gotta ask you
n*ggas over friendly, boy, n*ggas love chattin'
But it's cool, we catch him out and we gon' have to slatt him

[Outro]
(But it's cool, we catch him out and we gon' have to slatt him)
(Camp boys, Camp guys, n*gga)
(What up, sh*ttyBoyz?)