[Lyric] Ballin (RTB MB)

[Intro]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

[Chorus: RTB MB]
Niggas get to talkin', brodie hit him in his nugget
I just gave this bitch a ten, I hit her, now I got her stuffin'
Catch me in the A with different bitches, David Ruffin, ayy
I just hit his bitch, that nigga stupid, he was cuffin'
Spin the block with K's, he ain't have no time to look up
Bitches runnin' through the crib, Skilla boolin', tryna cook up
I just slid to the D, I want that pack so I hit Nuk up
I just caught an opp lackin', he was chillin', he got shook up

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Hey, but now I'm off that
In the Wraith with sticks, catchin' bullets, Randy Moss pack
I don't even want this bitch, I hit her, so I toss that
Chrome Heart big B's, bitch, you know I had to sauce that

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I ain't make it to the league, but Miles did, so I'm chillin'
He can't sip lean, but I can, he ain't trippin'
Huh, hе off that, huh, but I'm back on that
Huh, yeah, huh, caught an opp, we got him shook up, huh
I ain't got no discounts, fuck a hook-up, huh, huh
Told a bitch we 'bout to fuck, fuck a hook-up, huh
Givе police a fake name, fuck the hook up
White bitch love Adderall, hooker hooked on uppers, huh
Niggas think they cutthroat, but mines tougher, huh
We the type to bitch-smack you front your mother, huh
Take it to you, then bring the smoke to your brother, huh, huh
40 singin' like Trey Songz or Usher, huh
Hit my Dougie, my Douglas, no Buster, huh
Nigga, I ain't never scared, Bone Crusher, huh
Fuck what them niggas said, we gon' rush you
Boy, you know it's money on your head, they gon' touch you
Bitch, I'm the rich nigga, and the—
Huh, yeah, I'm the rich nigga, ooh, and the muscle, huh
You a bitch nigga, confused, puzzled, huh
Your bitch hair used, no Rapunzel, huh
Try to pull on that shit, she gon' tumble, huh
I got pull around this bitch, big unky, huh
Flunky, I'm an ape, you a monkey, keep it funky
Uh, David Ruffin in the A, different bitches, extra druggy
Don't bump into you in the A, get up on you, do 'em wrong
Bump into you in the A, get up on you, leave 'em slumped
Ayy, huh, I know you a pussy, we know you a punk
Ayy, huh, I'll catch a body like I'm 'bout to dunk
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Huh, shoot him from the crib, Josh Jackson, the Pistons
Chopper leave an O on a nigga back, Miles Bridges
I don't know how to act, I'm ignant
Gang keep winnin' all the games like we rigged it
Lately I been ballin' like I hoop and stuff
Stay away from niggas that like to talk but ain't doin' nothin'
Young dog only wanna play offense, he shootin' somethin'
In the trap ballin', I should get an offer from Duke or somethin'
I really ballhog it, I score the ball often
But I'll pass the ball too 'cause we all ballin'
Cross a nigga up, throw up the gang, I'm just John Wallin'
My big bro top five, he Lonzo Ballin'

[Chorus: RTB MB]
Niggas get to talkin', brodie hit him in his nugget
I just gave this bitch a ten, I hit her, now I got her stuffin'
Catch me in the A with different bitches, David Ruffin, ayy
I just hit his bitch, that nigga stupid, he was cuffin'
Spin the block with K's, he ain't have no time to look up
Bitches runnin' through the crib, Skilla boolin', tryna cook up
I just slid to the D, I want that pack so I hit Nuk up
I just caught an opp lackin', he was chillin', he got shook up