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7 years ago
I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me21 guns, for my enemiesNiggas got some, ho ass tendenciesCash out, I'm ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]Up in Carol City, me and Lotto in the charger, when we slide two deep (Two deep)Can't fuck with the south with a AK-forty-seven bumping T Double-D (Double D, nigga!)First forty-eight, gotta say it one time, R.I.P. my nigga Bizzle (Bizzle!...,,,bizzle)Kick, drill, ravish of a nigga think he savage, turn him to a popsicleThat's "Ice...COLD!", and my last name ain't three-thousand (3000)Bad ass bitch on my t.i.p. (Tip Harris), she wet, like an everlasting fountainStill a Hot Boy, ‘bout whatever like, Turk or Wayne, like a motherfuckin' CarterNiggas water whipping, in the hot damn kitchen, like a nigga Avatar, or KataraRemember that it's still fuck the other side, lurking all black, like that boy PliesSnapping, like a fat ho at the Popeye's when she don't get the thigh, the chicken, or the friesSo nigga what it be? I can turn my shirt to a ski,fuck feds, not even ice TWanna come and ice me, like it's New Jack City,shit looking grim - no Mandy, BillyCross the chopper line bitch, you better bow down to a nigga greater than yourself...trickFlow is immortal, so therefore I gorde, you do something of it for yourself...trickFrom the 'Tre deuce, got to keep a deuce deuce, like a nigga lurking in South Cen-TRU (South Central)Bruh, if you bout that pressure cross that line, fuck nigga state your issue...My nigga[Hook: Denzel Curry]I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me21 guns, for my enemiesNiggas got some, ho ass tendenciesCash out, I'm ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]Behold these verses, the stars to the churches will all metamorph into sevenI'm rocking about four types of polo, you peep that my style it must be ArmageddonApocalypse stop, pop the clip, better bow down now it's all about powerFantasy darker than Swishers, the wicked demented, get hit with the mystical showerNow that's dan-ger grab, on the ban-ger, take down the empire bruhIn the hood just robbin', like Williams,let's hope that they'll never doubt fireNiggas be knocking no cabbage, no UPS person, so tell me what's up with the S?Slithery snakes, with they slithery tongues, salivating salvations with shit on your headYes, Curry gone mash on these cowards[?]Put shells to they back like they bowser, spit fire - no flowerGet smoke, like the OG and sour then head up to BrowardYou know when the bass turn up louder, 'bout loud as the dro, get to the doorI'm shroomed out my mental, like Mario BrosI'm seeing the walls start to kaleidoscope, so I'm guessing that already means that I'm goneIt's quiet striking that, haters won't tell the truth in front of your faceNot the same time, not the same place, so they hate from a greater distance far awayYou see them in person look 'em in the eye, and they say that wasn't the caseY'all can suck a dick in advance, like Rich Homie Quan, get the fuck out my face...bitch[Hook: Denzel Curry]I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me21 guns, for my enemiesNiggas got some, ho ass tendenciesCash out, I'm ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
8 years ago
Hook:]I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me21 guns, for my enemiesNiggas got some, ho ass tendenciesCash out, I'm ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy meMy enemies, motherfuck my enemiesCause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy meUp in Carol City, me and Lotto in the charger, when we slide to deep (Too deep)Can't fuck with the south with a AK-forty-seven bumping T Double-D (Double D, nigga!)First forty-eight, gotta say it one time, R.I.P. my nigga Bizzle (Bizzle!...bizzle)Kick, drill, ravish of a nigga think he savage, turn him to a popsicleThat's "Ice...COLD!", and my last name ain't three-thousand (3000)Bad ass bitch on my t.i.p. (Tip Harris), she wet, like an everlasting fountainStill a Hot Boy, ‘bout whatever like, Turk or Wayne, like a motherfuckin' CarterNiggas water whipping, in the hot damn kitchen, like a nigga Avatar, or KataraRemember that it's still fuck the other side, lurking all black, like that boy PliesSnapping, like a fat ho at the Popeye's when she don't get the thigh, the chicken, or the friesSo nigga what it be? I can turn my shirt to a ski, fuck feds, not even ice TWanna come and ice me, like it's New Jack City, shit looking grim - no Mandy, BillyCross the chopper line bitch, you better bow down to a nigga greater than yourself...trickFlow is immortal, so therefore I gorde, you do something of it for yourself...trickFrom the 'Tre deuce, got to keep a deuce deuce, like a nigga lurking in South Cen-TRU (South Central)Bruh, if you bout that pressure cross that line, fuck nigga state your issue...My nigga[Hook]Behold these verses, the stars to the churches will all metamorph into sevenI'm rocking about four types of polo, you peep that my style it must be ArmageddonApocalypse stop, pop the clip, better bow down now it's all about powerFantasy darker than Swishers, the wicked demented, get hit with the mystical showerNow that's dan-ger grab, on the ban-ger, take down the empire bruhIn the hood just robbin', like Williams,let's hope that they'll never doubt fireNiggas be knocking no cabbage, no UPS person, so tell me what's up with the S?Slithery snakes, with they slithery tongues, salivating salvations with shit on your headYes, Curry gone mash on these cowards[?]Put shells to they back like they bowser, spit fire - no flowerGet smoke, like the OG and sour then head up to BrowardYou know when the bass turn up louder, 'bout loud as the dro, get to the doorI'm shroomed out my mental, like Mario BrosI'm seeing the walls start to kaleidoscope, so I'm guessing that already means that I'm goneIt's quiet striking that, haters won't tell the truth in front of your faceNot the same time, not the same place, so they hate from a greater distance far awayYou see them in person look 'em in the eye, and they say that wasn't the caseY'all can suck a dick in advance, like Rich Homie Quan, get the fuck out my face...bitch[Hook]