Sorry I Been Ballin Intro (Units) lyrics

[Intro]
(That's risky)
It's the dog

[Verse]
sh*t get to rollin', better get for cover, on Percs, I'm seein' double
I hang with gravediggers, you come around this b*tch, you don't see nothn' but shovels
Papi in the kitchen, bust a sweat, more white than Elvis Presley
I don't know what I know, but all I know is I don't talk to detectives
Pull up S600, I bounce out trim as sh*t, that b*tch gon' f*ck me
Ain't sh*t change, Papi the same, b*tch, I just got some money
Thigh pads on me, b*tch, all my A's got the pocket bustin'
Tap Pint once, that's that, it ain't gon' be no discussion
Heard boy fight gooder than a b*tch, I wanna see you box a button
Short fuse, I'll go right in your sh*t, 'cause, b*tch, I'm not for nothin'
Heard he said my name in the diss, I'm busy somеwhere thumbin'
Hundreds, hundrеds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds
Parked the car at the corner store, left the engine runnin'
She suck my di*k all night and I still ain't get her nothin'
I'll walk in Dandy's, drop your deal, they say, "Papi buggin'"
Sippin' on that double cup muddy, I got too much money
Broke n*gga, get the f*ck from me, SRT hummin'
Big-ass truck growlin' down the street, look like a bus comin'
I was a young n*gga chasin' that cash, you was tryna f*ck somethin'
For that bag, n*ggas pull up fast, then we flush somethin'
I could hit the road for sixty days and get a rapid kit
Papi ain't no rap n*gga, don't try me on no rapping sh*t
I jump out the wheel, I'm clutchin' steel, I'm tryna clap some sh*t
n*gga, this ain't no drill, this sh*t real, we'll whack a b*tch
Brodie kind off ill with the spill, real accurate
Ten milli' hit a n*gga face, make him backwards flip
I like to scream, "Free lil'' Toviio," when I crack the Tris
You know I'm gon' catch it on film when I crack your b*tch
'Miris and some Ricks, I'm comin' trim, I don't do that fashion sh*t
Papi pull up in that big vroom car, fast as sh*t
They know how I rock and how I roll, so don't ask me sh*t
Roll up out the pound, back to back, so don't pass me sh*t
Amiri-ed the f*ck down, smell like a pound, they like, "Yeah, that's him"
Neck look like Christmas Eve and he got a flashy wrist
Your ho a cool six, I don't know who the hell gassed the b*tch
Papi like a get-money ho and a nasty b*tch
I'ma pop my sh*t no matter what, that's why these n*ggas hate it
I could walk in Dandies when I want it, drop a cool eighty
Twenty-four come out the thirty on this b*tch like it's two Bradys
Bro say I'm losing my mind, I'm goin' Louis shoe crazy
Papi pulled up in the latest, pulled up rockin' outdated
No, I'm not the one to play with, she hit the work, say, "Goodness gracious"
In the kitchen goin' crazy, baby, I've been cookin' lately
'Fore you see me burn it, I'ma turn it, I ain't even gotta scrape it
Sorry, I've been ballin' on you, jumped out another foreign on you
They ain't put a warning on you 'fore they went to scoring on you
I'm sorry, I've been sh*ttin' on you, sorry, I've been spending money
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds
Sorry, I've been ballin' on you
Sorry, I've been— Sorry, I've been ballin' on you
Hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds
Sorry, I've been ballin' on you