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"Ball Hard"


4-54 with the top knocked out
Got the pin out with the sea and I blow our brain
Pull up with the moe like I'll show you how to fall
Watch us spitting 50 racks like money in a thing
Shoes on my feet, cause 50 honey,
She VIP better get your woman,
I take you to the room put it all in your stomach,
Yeah you ain't talk about money, you ain't talk about nothing.

She told me when you throw it back
That you couldn't and let you be running
I'll spit it up I'll break back like take that and you straight wet
This shades I got on my face they call 8 racks in a Machbach,
With Jay Chris and I'm MACHBACH
I drop Patron and don't chase that,
My money don't get low
And keep right round and round like gray tracks tracks
You outdated like 8 tracks,
You know homie don't play that
And I even use in my right hands,
Just killin y'all with the straight jash,
Your baby mama ain't I call me
And our face belong my face yeah

[Hook:]
Ball hard like whisper,
If you wanna know how my cheeks look,
My money long like I [?]
I poured up we just hopped in,
And we left the scene in a drop benz
Man none of y'all cast don't rap like me,
Ride poppin that two poppin, me against the world, and this song repeat.
Ball hard like west brook if you wanna know how my chicks look,
My money long like I [?] when I poured up she just hopped in,
And we left the scene in a drop benz
And we left the scene in a drop benz
Man none of y'all cast don't rap like me,
Ride poppin that two poppin, me against the world, and this song repeat.

I'm too faded to find my car, when I hear it I pump down,
And it ain't over 'cause we're on our way to another club and I shut it down,
King of diamonds I'm on the stage,
They shoudln't just let me out the cage,
I'm too drunk tryin to stop me from the heaven
Having a good time and get stuck,
Women screaming my name, my name,
I was in the club with that thing cocky,
Diamonds shining like bright lights and my cally poppin be banged out,
I picked the way that I came up,
Yeah Gucci shoes in a ting top,
I started sipping that drink,
Now I feel like I can't stop,
And I'll be on Patron and she say she like the drink
So poppin it like I'm in my zone,
I think I took too many shots,
Trash bag from the walls,
We don't make it rain, we make a hurricane
I got hair from my twice,
And I don't even much know her name.

[Hook]

Me against the world.

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