Bally lyrics

by

Capo (GBE)


[Intro]
Ballout from the streets
Wait, hold on, your name Ballout or Bally?
Motherf*ckers be callin' you Ballout, Bally and sh*t
What the f*ck?
Haha
I'm jokin'

[Verse 1]
Bally, b*tch (Ballout)
I smoke so much weed, I feel like Marley, b*tch
Ridin' in my Ferrari, b*tch
You can't call me, I'm sorry, b*tch
Got two cell phones, won't call a b*tch (No)
Catch up, I'm ballin', b*tch (Catch up)
Gettin' brain from this dumb college b*tch (Dumb hoe)
Told 'em put D on em, New Orleans, b*tch
Got all this money stuffed in my pocket, b*tch (Franklins)
Hell nah, I don't carry no wallet, b*tch (No)
I'm ballin', b*tch
I'm 300, b*tch, I'm O'Block (O'Block), b*tch, I'm all of it
In the trap house, b*tch, sellin' all of it (Trap house)
I don't wanna a broke b*tch, I need a ballin' b*tch (No)
Can't stand these broke b*tches, get 'em off of me (Get 'em off)
My new Jacobs watch got 'em stalkin' (Bling)
[Chorus]
Bally, b*tch (Ballout)
In my right and left pocket 'bout 40, b*tch (Grands)
In the kitchen cookin' and I got about 40 bricks (Bricks)
Hell nah, I can't waste my time, I can't love no b*tch (No)
Trust no b*tch, hell nah, Bally just wanna f*ck that b*tch
Bally, b*tch, in my right and left pocket 'bout 40, b*tch (Grands)
In my kitchen cookin' and I got about 40 bricks (Bricks)
I want a b*tch, hell nah, Ball can't love no b*tch (No)
Cuff no b*tch, you know Ballout just want to f*ck that b*tch (Bally)

[Verse 2]
Bally b*tch, I be sippin' on that damn dirty sh*t (Lean)
But you know, Ballout don't smoke none of that damn dirty sh*t (No)
I be in that trap (Trap) cookin' up around some dirty ass kids (Skrr)
But when they grow up, I'ma buy them 30 damn clips
30 damn whips, 30 for a brick (Bricks)
Brick wanna brick? Better call my b*tch (b*tch)
I ain't sellin' lil f*ck boy sh*t (No), f*ck boys better call my b*tch (Ha)
Ridin' around downtown Ferrari whips
On my damn Bally sh*t (Bally)
So much money in my pocket, you know I keep it on me, b*tch
They like did you sign? I ain't sign sh*t (No)
Still in the kitchen, whipin' them bricks (Bricks)
Cookin' up that sh*t, whippin' up 36
Hoes be like "Damn, Bally still do that sh*t?" (Hell yeah)
Hell yeah b*tch, that's why I'm stupid rich (Vroom)
Ridin' stupid cars, and I wear stupid sh*t (Skrrt)
That's why you still in hood, stupid b*tch
That's why you still ain't got sh*t (Ballout)
[Chorus]
Bally, b*tch (Ballout)
In my right and left pocket 'bout 40, b*tch (Grands)
In the kitchen cookin' and I got about 40 bricks (Bricks)
Hell nah, I can't waste my time, I can't love no b*tch (No)
Trust no b*tch, hell nah, Bally just wanna f*ck that b*tch
Bally, b*tch, in my right and left pocket 'bout 40, b*tch (Grands)
In my kitchen cookin' and I got about 40 bricks (Bricks)
I want a b*tch, hell nah, Ball can't love no b*tch (No)
Cuff no b*tch, you know Ballout just want to f*ck that b*tch (Bally)
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