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(Because nigga…)


I’m a balla, shot calla

In the fast lane, in the Range Rover

Call up, get head tonight

Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice

I hit the highway, getting money to fly away

Always knew there’d be a better way

A better way, better way yea


I’m a balla, money 20 feet taller

All the hoes answer whenever I call up

Cause pussy I don’t beat, I slaughter

And they don’t take for granted when a real nigga on em

Yea bitch I’m on, kush keep me cloud

Ain’t about paper, nigga get from round

Whole clique bowed, you ain’t on our level

Could tell by your best, be high as I travel

Live fast, understood

All my bitches bad so I’m good

Lee rid the jug, we got leather in the wood

Flow’s got the wood feeling cocky

Praying to the Lord, he the only one could stop me

Red Rollie engine, push the horses like a jockey

2013 bet I sell a million copies

No ice on the grill but I’m cool with my mouth piece

Send it all up, I’mma ball til they bounce me

Cause nigga…


I’m a balla, shot calla

In the fast lane, in the Range Rover

Call up, get head tonight

Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice

I hit the highway, getting money to fly away

Always knew there’d be a better way

A better way, better way yea


Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins

Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim

Big ballin, smashin, makin my ins

Smoking hella kush, getting high in the whim

In the Benzo gold as I slide down to hoes

Killing my niggas frost, smoke fallin out the door

Diamond Lane bout to show, my fool is getting chose

Candy paint on the low, knock a bitch down slow

Hittin – green I smoke

Spittin about the clique

Presidential suite, lit bout 80 racks for the kit

And don’t quit as I get fly

From town after uptown, blowin that fire

Now we worldwide, VIP ride

Tall bird nose and jaywalk, they can’t be denied

3-5-4 thugs, I’m Bad Lucc wussup

Told Big Pun and Bosco, they put that on blunts


I’m a balla, shot calla

In the fast lane, in the Range Rover

Call up, get head tonight

Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice

I hit the highway, getting money to fly away

Always knew there’d be a better way

A better way, better way yea


Competition at a minimal, money lookin plentiful

All these diamonds and gold got me lookin presentable

I ain’t white but me and cocaine lookin identical

40 on my waist and I ain’t shootin subliminals

Gun rad merry, might kill a smooth criminal

I just count casket, more ass than an enema

She aksed to see my private, I told er I’m a general

And everywhere I go I make a movie, no cinema

I’m a Doberman, yall niggas miniatures

You the type of nigga hat snitched before they sentenced ya

You ain’t the man or the nigga that they send em to

You having soul salts so why the fuck I’m gon remember you?

the new crew, I’m in demand like a new shoe

Too true, it’s over for you rappers, yall tiv through

Run along, hang, get up like a new noose

Kush in my cigar and got a cup full of screwed you


I’m a balla, shot calla

In the fast lane, in the Range Rover

Call up, get head tonight

Joint rolled tight, wrist stained with ice

I hit the highway, getting money to fly away

Always knew there’d be a better way

A better way, better way yea


RIP to the OG PIMPC

DJ Scroo, Fat battin Hulk

Shout out to the home boy Lil Troy

It’s my OG right there my nigga

Dead E and we in this motherfucker by way of LA

Salute to all the B’s and C’s

Run it 

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