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[Chorus: Ballout]
Breaking down Swisher, smoking dope (Ballout)
Cuz all I do is get high
I got a crib in normal, where I used to had all my guns (all my guns)
All my drugs, guns everywhere, we all live on lamron
n*gga ask me, you dare wanna buy some guns
I'm like you snitching dude, (who the f*ck is you?)
You white dude
Hell nawh man, f*ck who hired you
Dropped outta High School, but b*tch I inspired you
b*tches on my di*k, like 'Damn what that ice do?'
Big lips on her face, she like I wanna bite you

[Verse 1: Ballout]
Dropped outta High School cuz' I had to go to Night School (damn)
On the block selling green and white, carrying pipes dude (dont get shot)
b*tches on my di*k, people like 'I don't know why they like you' (Imma tell you why)
Cuz' I pull up in a brand new white coupe (skirt skirt skirt)
Bricks moving out my house, every side
They like the mike's dude (bricks)
Stacked in a shoe box, white bricks, no white shoes
In my trap house, trap b*tches wearing Mikes too (Mikes!)
I don't trust these n*ggas, AK bullets, they'll bite you

[Chorus: Ballout]
Breaking down Swisher, smoking dope (Ballout)
Cuz all I do is get high
I got a crib in normal, where I used to had all my guns (all my guns)
All my drugs, guns everywhere, we all live on lamron
n*gga ask me, you dare wanna buy some guns
I'm like you snitching dude, (who the f*ck is you?)
You white dude
Hell nawh man, f*ck who hired you
Dropped outta High School, but b*tch I inspired you
b*tches on my di*k, like 'Damn what that ice do?'
Big lips on her face, she like I wanna bite you
[Verse 2: Tadoe]
This n*gga tryna' sell some guns he trippin' (he trippin)
I think he f*cking with them people, this n*gga's snitching
But let him try some funny Ima' up this .15 (bang bang)
Ima' pop his ass and knock him off his pins (GRA-TA-RAHH)
Pull off on them forgys, roll some sticky
Hit a few blocks and dipped the .15 (dipped the .15)
Post up on da block like ain't sh*t happened (Huh What You Talm Bout)
Run up in the trap we dippin stashes, aye, aye
n*gga runnin his automatics, (bang bang bang bang)
Ballout passed the .40, get to clappin (GRRRA-TA-RAHH)'
n*ggas say what, n*ggas ain't even savages (n*ggas ain't know sh*t)
They know Glo Gang we Supa Savage (aye aye)
In the trap like what a blessing
Pull up on you and pass the ratchet
You say what, lil' folks he gon clap em
You think we playin, it did happend (we ain't playin n*gga)