Ballin - Lil Sheik, SOB X RBE

Big money ballin', Lil Sheik been shot callin

3-point shooters with this Glock

The way them shots fallin

Hit the mall and tear it up

Lil Sheik ballin, pull off in a Porsche like it’s a sport

I got so used to ballin

And when you livin' like I’m livin' all these bitches callin'

Can’t get enough dope dick keep them bitches callin'

Pillow talking at the school, cut it out, jawsin

Hatin on me cus you see a young nigga ballin

Cus I’m younger, older niggas hate to see me flossin

Step in them balencies while you niggas still J-walkin

Burberry on my shirt, Kev vanwalkin

Broke ass flexin' on the gram nigga stop talkin'

Clutchin' 40's with them beams

Big guns on this team

Young nigga 16, hella bands what we mean

I flipwork and send P’s that’s how I’m livin' in these streets

Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team

Ruth Chris it’s on me, baby what you wanna eat

Pussy weak then it’s a fee

I’m tryna drown in that sea

Bust it open for a P

Chasin' bands I can’t breathe

Run marathons for my cheese

For the money in my jeans

All a nigga ever wanted was some paper

Me and my niggas touchin' bands and they hatin'

I remember all them days we was starvin'

Now a nigga gettin' paid just to say shit

Bad boy on my Mase shit

I be 10 toes down on my gang shit

Can’t a nigga dive in on my tray shit

SOB ballin' on these niggas we 2King

All these blues, you would think a nigga racist

Tuckin money for them lawyers and them cases

And my bitch got her own she be makin'

Hold you down if you ridin' like you say is

Better keep a bulletproof vest like 50

Got 9 in the 40, 1 less than 50

In town me and Sheik in the jets with them Glocks on us

Couple bands and Wall Street but ain’t no stock on us

In my foreign and my 40 ridin' passenger

And I wish a nigga would like a captain

And my bitch bad way far from average

And they say I’m actin' different how I’m actin

In love with the chop but this Glock, that’s my side thang

It was me and TT Gucci down in the 9th grade

40 put a nigga in a suit like it’s Prom Day

And every time I slide, I’m tryna score like shots made

I’m OT, on the road chasin more cheese

Hunnid blues and green, with a chop the same size as me

Shootin' 2−2 three’s

This bitch kick like a soccer team

SOB bitch if you ain’t gang you can’t rock with me

Me and Sheik been snatchin' hoes

Been stackin' pros

Got the stick pokin', Big 40

Been had them poles

Hit niggas blocks with them chops and start snatchin souls

Switch clips and keep knockin'

Like I been knockin at the door

Still on the block, bitch I’m posted till my heels ache

Got her on the blade bustin' dates till her heels break

Niggas been tryna bite the swag but they still can’t

On my grind nigga I ain’t stoppin' till a mill made

Clutchin' 40's with them beams

Big guns on this team

Young nigga 16, hella bands what we mean

I flipwork and send P’s that’s how I’m livin' in these streets

Out here starvin' tryna eat so I can ball with my team

Ruth Chris it’s on me, baby what you wanna eat

Pussy weak then it’s a fee

I’m tryna drown in that sea

Bust it open for a P

Chasin' bands I can’t breathe

Run marathons for my cheese

For the money in my jeans