[Intro: Brizzy Wes]
Spilled the jack all on her, It's okay I got another bird
Liquor talking back to me and said I gotta hit the skrt
Lambo Uris
Get the bodybag better rent the hearse
Know Im goin' fast, we gon' fuckin' hit the dirt
Ima hit the 8-ball, we ain't talking billiards
Call it tripple X cuz I'm feeling ugly in this shirt
You can never boss me, Ima turn around and hit the curve
Bitch are you for real? She want me to flip her skirt
[Verse 1: Brizzy Wes]
Every time we fuckin'
We
Off the speed
Ride the beat
Baby, know it's time to leave
You off the molly off the molly, kinda salty
Bad bitch wanna pack a tommy but shе drive a Mase
Kawasaki fucking hit the gas, wе forgot about it
4 door Bentley, I don't give a fuck about your money
I forgot about the people who never had no time for me
Get the fuck from round' me, you gave no fucks I was at the bottom
They was always watching, they just had they doubts about me
Know they son gon' ask him, "who is in that La Ferrari?"
Holy shit that's Brizzy, I remember high school
That boy was a goat and now he poppin' like a tide do
Make em grab the rope cause these lil pussy rappers try to
Take all of my sauce they wanna be up inside this rolls too
They want dough too, I guess they supposed to
[Chorus]
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Bitch, I'm ballin light speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, like speed
Like Speed, like speed
[Bridge: Brizzy Wes]
Yeaa, yuhh
Look at the way they answer me when I call
Copy my wave and they in love with all my sauce
I don't feel it when they copy all my songs
I be really walking
I be sleep talking
I be bitch watching
I be lit talking
I been sick, hold up
I be rick walking
Love yo bitch so I
Let yo bitch have it
[Verse 2: 214 Novmbr]
Aye I thought I told em'
It's the kid from the South, you can not hold him
Triple demoted, back the fuck up before I fold ya
Leave you folded, playin' Texas Holdem
(Aye)
Nah for real dawg
All my neck is steel dawg
Go for real dawg
We came up for real yea, know you feel us
Navy seals on the tour bus
She can find me in the field shooting pills
With a ballerina from Bolivia
She sniffing molly off the mirror before I pick me up
Can't take no pictures with yo girly cause I'm on the run
I'm right here ballin in high speeds
Won't stop until my time is uppp
[Brizzy
Look at my bitch and we gon' fall out
Look at my wrist and you gon' fall in love
Look at my bitch and we gon' fall out
Look at my wrist and you gon' fall in love
[Chorus]
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Bitch, I'm ballin light speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, like speed
Like Speed, like speed
[Outro]
(Girl sobbing)
Spilled the jack all on her, It's okay I got another bird
Liquor talking back to me and said I gotta hit the skrt
Lambo Uris
Get the bodybag better rent the hearse
Know Im goin' fast, we gon' fuckin' hit the dirt
Ima hit the 8-ball, we ain't talking billiards
Call it tripple X cuz I'm feeling ugly in this shirt
You can never boss me, Ima turn around and hit the curve
Bitch are you for real? She want me to flip her skirt
[Verse 1: Brizzy Wes]
Every time we fuckin'
We
Off the speed
Ride the beat
Baby, know it's time to leave
You off the molly off the molly, kinda salty
Bad bitch wanna pack a tommy but shе drive a Mase
Kawasaki fucking hit the gas, wе forgot about it
4 door Bentley, I don't give a fuck about your money
I forgot about the people who never had no time for me
Get the fuck from round' me, you gave no fucks I was at the bottom
They was always watching, they just had they doubts about me
Know they son gon' ask him, "who is in that La Ferrari?"
Holy shit that's Brizzy, I remember high school
That boy was a goat and now he poppin' like a tide do
Make em grab the rope cause these lil pussy rappers try to
Take all of my sauce they wanna be up inside this rolls too
They want dough too, I guess they supposed to
[Chorus]
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Bitch, I'm ballin light speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, like speed
Like Speed, like speed
[Bridge: Brizzy Wes]
Yeaa, yuhh
Look at the way they answer me when I call
Copy my wave and they in love with all my sauce
I don't feel it when they copy all my songs
I be really walking
I be sleep talking
I be bitch watching
I be lit talking
I been sick, hold up
I be rick walking
Love yo bitch so I
Let yo bitch have it
[Verse 2: 214 Novmbr]
Aye I thought I told em'
It's the kid from the South, you can not hold him
Triple demoted, back the fuck up before I fold ya
Leave you folded, playin' Texas Holdem
(Aye)
Nah for real dawg
All my neck is steel dawg
Go for real dawg
We came up for real yea, know you feel us
Navy seals on the tour bus
She can find me in the field shooting pills
With a ballerina from Bolivia
She sniffing molly off the mirror before I pick me up
Can't take no pictures with yo girly cause I'm on the run
I'm right here ballin in high speeds
Won't stop until my time is uppp
[Brizzy
Look at my bitch and we gon' fall out
Look at my wrist and you gon' fall in love
Look at my bitch and we gon' fall out
Look at my wrist and you gon' fall in love
[Chorus]
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Bitch, I'm ballin light speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, speed
Ballin, ballin, like speed
Like Speed, like speed
[Outro]
(Girl sobbing)
( Brizzy Wes )
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