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lirik lagu rookie turnt legend – ballout

[intro]
this gross sh*t man, 5 thousands a pound man
n*ggas can’t even smoke that sh*t
don’t get close if you broke
n*gga you are in shopping sprees
still rollin’ on chiraq, 7 days outta week n*gga
you actin’ up n*gga, how much sh*t in the closet n*gga ?
how much sh*t ain’t even put on n*gga ?
n*gga cars ain’t even drivin’, collect the dust
n*ggas better stop playin’, i got this ice on me lil n*gga (4eb n*gga)
when we pop out b*tches stand, pullin’ on n*ggas
(n*gga i only wear gucci)
you know how we rockin’
aye b*tch i’m too bossed up, b*tch get out

[verse 1]
ballout baby, i been around the world
i did plenty shows just ask yo’ girl
she seen it, she seen it, she seen the show
hurried with her girlfriend, she was on fatroll
yo babymomma, she did the kid
under them stars, they don’t want no meal
we was ridin’ around and i was sippin’ codeine
me and foenem back to back and we don’t lack
200 thousands on a bulletproof, escalade
all a young n*gga do is wear shades
beverly hills in a lambo, lookin’ like lemonade
i ain’t dealin’ with you pay these hoes throw shade
i been in the trap hoes, runnin’ up me some racks
i don’t sleep, all i take is cat naps
lookin’ at my rollie wrist, like what the time is ?
i can’t tell all these f*ckin’ diamonds
her n*gga is a crave, he get put in the blender
i don’t play games, n*gga i’m on nitendo
i don’t f*ck with nun of f*ckboys, pretendos
n*gga get hit with the extendo
tint so dark, she just gave me head when she entered
ridin’ throught the can, i rolled over the lizard
chain so heavy on my neck like a blizzard
i been on the trap, make my wrist work my wrist hurt
double cup, what you sippin’ on ? i’m sippin’ syrup
police pull me over, i gotta call, i’m just sellin’ work
they like how the f*ck i’m sellin’ work and i’m sellin’ verse ?
n*gga want me to fall off and he fell first
i just gotta lurk, n*ggas mad and they feelings hurt
i’m cashin’ out on diamonds, ballin’ out from the dirt
n*ggas could’ve been right here, this is why i hate em worse
i pull up in paper tags, knowin’ their feelings hurt
glass mansion with a stripper pop up the big booty
i just walked in the door with foenem and we zooted
i just walked their with females with big b00bies
ain’t n0body with me, all these hoes are here choosin’
[bridge]
we just left the dealer, yeah done spent the 100 racks
and we did that sh*t time 6 that’s real rap
and i’m still hannin’ hannin’, n*gga that’s real trap
we be 4l, we put the city on the map
you say you wearin’ chrome heart but that ain’t the real cap
n*gga you know that sh*t a real bap
and ya know we been on gettin’ on hills for years
f*ckin’ up cali
n*gga like d*mn that n*gga still in cali, spendin’ money
(aye, f*ck that sh*t sosa let me back in)

[verse 2]
yeah them n*ggas f*ckin’ up the sack
n*gga ain’t never did no sh*t like that
30 thousands a month on 2 d*mn cribs
man that’s just how we live
foreigns back to back just like uncle phill
n*gga can’t even see me on the back
presidental seats, n*gga i’m wearin’ all black
n*gga i hop out and my mirror jeans cost a stack
n*gga i paid 1000 for these supreme ones
n*gga get hit by one of these supreme guns
n*gga we ain’t playin’ around
n*gga come across the sh*t getchu ass took down
grey yard digger
n*gga getchu ass put up in a grave
shavel your ass up for days
n*gga can’t find ya, they lookin’ for ya
n*gga ass on channel 9

- ballout

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