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[Hook: x2] We balling, screens falling We crawling, shot calling [Lil' Head:] Everytime I hit the block, I convert my top In J8 with Palamene, on Bravin's with dots Bitches flock, just like they flies on shit Lil' Head I been legit, and plus my screens stay lit Now picture this, everywhere it seems that I go Niggaz mad and kinda jealous, cause I'm taking they hoe Face the fact that I'm a hustler, plus I got mo' do' Than Cover recieved signing, for his first year pro I know, these bitches out here loving the name I'm quick to fuck they head up, like they tooting the caine I'm choking and Gucci loc'ing, while I'm gripping the grain What I'm puffing on fool, shit pounds of the Jane From Austin Texas San Anton', I'ma floss my chrome U-turn through Rosewood, back through Acres Home Backdo' to Southwest, to bout Cobblestone Fuck the laws I'm looking good, plus I'm in my zone I'm on chrome [Hook x2] [Lil' Head:] I said I'm balling baby, twenty twen-twen's begin to spin SongtexteWhen I'm crawling baby, tipping slow stopping traffic Cause I'm stalling baby, my screens fall a lot Invisible in my mouth, I got all the rocks I'm looking hot, hotter than that Iceberg Slim I got another glass set, I'm bout to crack the rim I'ma swang on these 'Vards, and bang on these boys Balling out of control, and maintain on these boys See around here, we ride 4's or 3's I hustle and selling drank, strack bottles of cheese Head rest with TV's, keep the vision on clear A-4's on stretched Seville, yeah that's slab of the year I ain't riding dick, but that's hood affiliated Even though I'm hated by many, my skills they can't fade it Where I'm from, I'ma state it represent the Dirty Dirty If it ain't Jag or slab, it's Benz 4-30 huh [Hook x2] [Lil' Head:] I say the Southside, that's the only set I claim Screw tapes up in the deck, that's the only thing I bang Lil' Head's about his change, cause I'm top of the line Quick to bust a nigga ass, at the drop of a dime See my niggaz, known for big balling and shit Cause my niggaz, known for shot calling and shit And my niggaz, known to spit game at your bitch And quick to blow a couple thee's, like it ain't bout shit See I plan to see my fantasy, balling on yachts Throw a party for the hood, invite the whole block Get served by top notch, hoes walking around And the ones that's steady hating, they gon wanna know how Did I get it, the fame the change and all that I don't believe in driving fast, I creep and crawl Lac My money in tall stacks, that's only way accepted Anything less than fifty, the money is for neglected nigga [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania