Octane - Ballin' 3 (The Finale)
It's OctaneHa, ha
I be poppin' motherfuckers goin' crazy
Y'all been hatin' on me for no reason lately
Now I'ma bite outta control like I have rabies
You use me like your favorite rapper, you a lil' baby
It's been two damn years and I'm still waiting
For y'all bitches to show some respect, and quit hatin'
No, I ain't got no twin glocks or no .80s
But I be makin' you my bitch almost daily
Oh, y'all ain't shit now
Y'all ain't slick now
I'm the king of trap, you better sit down
You my bitch now
Bitch, put your wrist down
You better tug ya chain or you better switch now
Y'all ain't winnin' this time, now ya rolley is mine
You better fuckin' run, now you're sick inside
Y'all, you better trip why, because this time
You'll suffer a painful death, I'm coursing out a insides
5 and a half feet tall, but you know I ball
But my jumper's wet and your ass to small
When I hit the 3, game is off that's all
Cause' I shoot like Curry, and finish like prime John Wall
5 and a half feet tall, but you know I ball
But my jumper's wet and your ass to small
When I hit the 3, game is off that's all
Cause' I shoot like Curry, and finish like prime John Wall
Written by:
Caleb Bejarano
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