Because I ball out Roll face Hoping I don't Catch a case Vibin' hard Swear to God .45 up On my waist Ball out Roll face Hoping I don't Catch a case Vibin' hard Swear to God .45 up On my waist I said niggas love to get they buzz up It's a fact them motherfuckers never loved us I can be the main talk in a barbershop chair, but I'll never let you see me get my buzz cut Six shots like a Call of Duty split-screen [?] so you know I gotta gang green Stackin' all of my currency for the niggas who hurtin' me, either they are supporting or either hatin' Jealousy's for bitches, I'm not an enemy Put my time into money instead of enemies But you know they say it goes until it's good, we could go in the next seven days You don't exist to me Ya'll can all watch the throne, I'ma still go ham Stackin' these O's of the Toucan Sam Bird game perp, there's a killer on cam I can turn any picture into Silence of the Lambs (Woah) That's killer, Denzel that nigga (Woah) People hate regardless and that's a fact nigga All I gotta do is die and stay racked nigga But I'm 'bout to have the luxury of countin' racks nigga Real shit, see now we rich Overhaters throw south, don't even throw a fit You can say what you want, but I know you ain't dis But in reality I prolly fucked your bitch Boy eastside where you out yo vibe (Damn) Nigga better clip the .45 (Raa) Ya'll niggas ain't talkin' 'bout [?] (Damn) I'm back to the money, who lie (Oh) Hatin' ass niggas get popped (God damn) I'm 32 Zel to the five (Oh shit) If you think I'm not that nigga man, damn my nigga you cry 'Cause I ball out Roll face Hoping I don't Catch a case Vibin' hard Swear to God .45 up On my waist Ball out Roll face Hoping I don't Catch a case Vibin' hard Swear to God .45 up On my waist Iced out like a motherfucking frostbite Pure ice, fuck your Snow White Cold cap, bring da ice Senile, ice cold, with a girl all froze Now we eskimo bros 'Cause we scared that ho like a URL I was born to give ya'll hell so All hail D-E-N, be like me 'Cause I get the racks, why see you can't Compared to a profit, infinite, plus niggas too many sockets Goes in my pockets, niggas be plottin' For my dog, he gon' cock it Boys got rich like a firehouse Pigs come through put the fire out 32 Zel 'bout to ball out I'm the name yo bitch wanna call out So how in the fuck do you feel You do not know what's so real Kick her right out of the door if she talkin' 'bout feelings or not [?] Oh you don't like that shit Tell everybody it's how I say bitch See not glow, my niggas been rich Always good music ain't fucking with the clique Boy eastside where you out yo vibe (Damn) Nigga better clip the .45 (Raa) Ya'll niggas ain't talkin' 'bout [?] (Damn) I'm back to the money, who lie (Oh) Hatin' ass niggas get popped (God damn) I'm 32 Zel to the five (Oh shit) If you think I'm not that nigga man, damn my nigga you cry 'Cause I ball out Roll face Hoping I don't Catch a case Vibin' hard Swear to God .45 up On my waist Ball out Roll face Hoping I don't Catch a case Vibin' hard Swear to God .45 up On my waist That's killer Denzel that nigga That's killer Denzel that nigga