​​ball lyrics

[Intro: luracks]
(luracks)
A-Team sh*t, n*gga
(Where you get all them racks from?)

[Verse: luracks]
Stand on guap, now I'm lookin' tall (Boy-)
All my life, I just wanna ball
Thr33 gon' slide if he get my call (f*ck you, n*gga!)
Chris Jericho, I'm breakin' through the walls
I look for opps when in the mall
ARP, if he tryna ball
Up these, n*gga, 30 ball in drawls (Straight like that, n*gga!)
Flip this Scat, now I look like Paul
All these blues, finna call up Saul
Take his time if he tryna stall
All of this drip, I could do a haul
We call twin Paint because he like to draw
I stay with sharks, so she give me jaws
And I'm damn near perfect, I'on got a flaw
ARP, put him on his sh*t (That's them?)
I'm Jeff Heath if they send a blitz (Y'all wanna get shot at, n*gga?)
I gеt more buckets than the Knicks
12 camе through the back, so I jumped the fence
In the trap, they don't know how it gets
Me in the pot, Granny think it's grits
I'on know n*ggas, why they all exist?
Tryna slime me? Better jumpin' off a cliff
I feel like Sxnta when she playin' tricks
Me and thr33 a marching band with all these sticks
A-Team sh*t, no, we not a clique
Wet that shot, and I'm 1st draft pick
I got Wockeisha if I'm feelin' sick
Romeo Miller, I'on f*ck with Nick
All these dogs, boy, I'm Michael Vick
Waka Flocka when I got some bricks
[Verse: thr33]
(Pshh!)
Ch-Choppa get to sh*ttin' like his stomach hurt
Bl-Blood rushin' through my veins, don't need a Perc
Yo-You is not like that, you was in that Church
Shoot a fat n*gga, give 'em tummy tuck
N-Never told the police, n*gga, not today
Slime the f*ck out a n*gga then I go my way
b*tch, I'm juggin' the plug, it's a piece of cake
'Member I was a young n*gga, had to take
Me and Racks gon' run down with that-
Me and Racks gon' run down with that fye
A-A-Team sh*t, we gon' make you cry
If you try and run, b*tch, we on that ass
Hoe, I'm tryna hit, what the f*ck is cuffin'?
My bih' booty soft like a Muffin
M-My name big thr33, not thirty three
And all y'all lame n*ggas is a dub
Y'all n*ggas can't compete wit' me
I'm wit' Racks, n*gga, innat' V
We do drive-by, put 'em on a Tee
N-No, f*ck that, nevermind, we gon' walk down
Two Glocks wit' me, they don't wanna talk now
I had to chase a n*gga like we huntin'
If I see a opp, I'm shootin' up the function
And I'm smoking that Mike Tyson, sh*t punchin'
ARP get to f*ckin' crunchin'
Yo-You not like that
I got Gen 5, I am not fighting
I spy, you can't see me
I'm up now, 'member when you ain't believe me?
[Outro: thr33]
(On God)
(Pshh!)
(Boy)
(f*ck you, n*gga!)