Ballin on Em! lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, and we back with it
Man, these n*ggas don't watch cartoons
I'm mad
(You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat)

[Chorus]
Ballin' on 'em for a hobby
Pull up on 'em in a 'Rari
Let a n*gga come try me
I'ma catch a f*ckin' homi'
n*ggas always losing focus
And you know I'm pistol-totin'
Catch him, spot him in the open
Pull the trigger and I'm blowing
Ballin' on 'em for a hobby
Pull up on 'em in a 'Rari
Let a n*gga come try me
I'ma catch a f*ckin' homi'
n*ggas always losing focus
And you know I'm pistol-totin'
Catch him, spot him in the open
Pull the trigger and I'm blowing

[Verse]
I ain't never took a day with a lame b*tch
Tell the pus*y, "Give me face while I lane-switch"
Court case 'cause these n*ggas love to hate me
You're lame, just steady tryna fake it
Tell little boy I'll see his ass in traffic
Designer on me, Gucci fabric
[?], n*ggas lookin' tragic
Got these b*tches seein' stars like [?]
Bet I leave your heart in a casket
Bricks and the pounds in the attic
All my n*ggas ballin' like the Mavericks
Thought you had guap, what happened?
pus*y b*tches tryna give me all the brain now
Politicin' why them n*ggas get laid down
Boy, you might get sprayed with the 'K now
GUCCI on a date with your bae now
[Chorus]
Ballin' on 'em for a hobby
Pull up on 'em in a 'Rari
Let a n*gga come try me
I'ma catch a f*ckin' homi'
n*ggas always losing focus
And you know I'm pistol-totin'
Catch him, spot him in the open
Pull the trigger and I'm blowing
Ballin' on 'em for a hobby
Pull up on 'em in a 'Rari
Let a n*gga come try me
I'ma catch a f*ckin' homi'
n*ggas always losing focus
And you know I'm pistol-totin'
Catch him, spot him in the open
Pull the trigger and I'm blowing