[Intro]
Yeah
What's up, man?
Show you how to step or some'
Actin' like you ain't know where we come from
Shit's crazy
[Chorus]
Yeah, ball and chill, I know how the game go (Yeah)
But I'm still out here hustling, tryna stack my change, woah (Yeah)
Too much hate and I can't do my thing (I can't do it)
I can't do my thing (Yeah)
I still got two more half a pounds to sling (Half a pounds to sling)
Pounds to sling (Yeah)
Say, I still be flexin' to much in my bullet proof black truck (Yeah)
Still ain't get touched, about to say fuck that and buy a Trackhawk
Stunnin' like Stunna (Yeah)
Snatching niggas, and shit, I done it (Yeah)
So I'ma be up on mine, I got that Philly incoming (I got that Philly incoming)
[Verse 1]
They say it's lonely at the top or somethin' (They say it's lonely at the top)
But I wouldn't feel that way 'cause I would put my niggas on ('Cause I would put my niggas on)
When me and Zay was swiping cars and was servin' hard (And was servin' hard)
I don't know why but I still be feeling like he still my dog (Yeah)
I know he not, but I still love him (Yeah)
Can't believe I brought this up (Can't believe it)
I still feel envy from them niggas who I go to war with (Who I go to war with)
I try my hardest not to put my real life in this rap shit (Try not to put my real life in this)
Get out the hood, but I can't lie, these niggas got me fucked up (I can't lie, these niggas got me fucked up)
Mm, yeah, fuck I got my L, keep going back to court, I hate it there (Yeah)
Tryna do shit right, but my big cuz had me in stolen cars (Yeah)
He ain't even tell me nothin' (Yeah), I'm thinking I'm ridin' good (Yeah)
But we going fed, if we get caught, we doing five years (Yeah)
D3 caught a headshot, I still be feelin' dead inside (Yeah)
We was supposed to ride the game and shine, but you ain't wake me up (Yeah)
I ran through this bitch, that's why I keep saying I run New Orleans (Yeah)
Gooded in the hood, we got a problem, tell a nigga, "Sorry" (Yeah)
Fuck, I was cool with you niggas (Yeah), I went to school with you niggas (Yeah)
Y'all was the main ones sharing, now y'all want see me not living (Yeah)
I was outside when you wasn't (Yeah), I was smoking weed at 11 (Yeah)
I was selling weed at 16, I heard them niggas said that I didn't (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, ball and chill, I know how the game go (Yeah)
But I'm still out here hustling, tryna stack my change, woah
Too much hate and I can't do my thing (I can't do it)
I can't do my thing (Yeah)
I still got two more half a pounds to sling (Half a pounds to sling)
Pounds to sling (Yeah)
Say, I still be flexin' to much in my bullet proof black truck (Yeah)
Still ain't get touched, about to say fuck that and buy a Trackhawk
Stunnin' like Stunna (Yeah)
Snatching niggas, and shit, I done it (Yeah)
So I'ma be up on mine, I got that Philly incoming (I got that Philly incoming)
[Verse 2]
What? I'ma stop my shine 'cause you niggas hatin' on mine (Yeah)
How when niggas do that (Yeah) and I'm real? Respect my mind (Respect my mind)
I got all my vultures tweakin' (Yeah) tryna go put shit on the shelf (Yeah)
Co just got a P, go break that bitch down in the note (Go break that bitch down in the note)
Shit so dry, I heard Big Rick ain't even got nothin' (Yeah)
That nigga usually have somethin' (Yeah) when it's a drought season, asked out season
So me and my vultures (Yeah) got this project sold up
Selling 'za for bub numbers this whole summer (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Yeah
Mm, yeah
What you servin'? (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm servin'—, I'm servin' P's
What they say? What they say? (What they say?)
[Verse 3]
Yeah (Yeah), Whitney Houston (Yeah), Brodie serving Whitney Houston (Brodie serving Whitney Houston)
Took a bad bitch out the projects, fuck her good and brought her booted (Yeah)
Thuggin' hard like a motherfucker (Yeah), trappin' hard like a motherfucker (Yeah)
Ain't want let me fuck a year ago, now she telling me sit for her (Now she telling me sit for her)
1942, turnt up quick, now she sucking dick, nigga (Now she sucking dick, nigga)
Yeah, haha (Haha)
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, turnt it up quick, now she sucking dick, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
Sucking dick, nigga
[Chorus]
Yeah, ball and chill, I know how the game go (Yeah)
But I'm still out here hustling, tryna stack my change, woah
Too much hate and I can't do my thing (I can't do it)
I can't do my thing (Yeah)
I still got two more half a pounds to sling (Half a pounds to sling)
Pounds to sling (Yeah)
Say, I still be flexin' to much in my bullet proof black truck (Yeah)
Still ain't get touched, about to say fuck that and buy a Trackhawk
Stunnin' like Stunna (Yeah)
Snatching niggas, and shit, I done it (Yeah)
So I'ma be up on mine, I got that Philly incoming
[Outro]
Nigga (Nigga, nigga, nigga)
