$c4rface - 8

Ballin like I'm 8
Kobe fade
Money made
Hunnids on the table
Try me if you able
Turn you to a fable
This ain't no syrup like maple
Ballin like 8 in the staples
Ballin like I'm 8
Kobe fade
Money made
Hunnids on the table
Try me if you able
Turn you to a fable
This ain't no syrup like maple
Ballin like 8 in the staples
First things first
Rest In Peace to the mamba
Uh
Bitch I been hotter than sauna
I count up the Gaulla then fuck on yo mama
I gotta cold throat no strep
You is a bozo no rep
Niggas got no hope
Then be checking for my direction
To come up on a blessing
Uh
Two twin smith and Wesson
My niggas riding is never a question
Yo niggas hide and smoke away depression
My niggas we riding smoking something pressure
I see a bad bitch I get her
She cannot leave me
Ain't no nigga better
Bitch I got off white on my sweater
When 12 get behind you ain't no calling Lester
You is a jester
Lil nigga get nothing but laughs
Look how I'm dressing all I know is class
I hop in the vette
Put 200 on dash
No I don't crash it
None of my bitches is plastic
Looking for someone to stack wit
Spend it then make it back money something elastic
Ballin like I'm 8
Kobe fade
Money made
Hunnids on the table
Try me if you able
Turn you to a fable
This ain't no syrup like maple
Ballin like 8 in the staples
The money I'm always chasing
Yo bitches they all look basic
I roll up a wood and face it
What's that strain think it's Jamaican
Been through pain had to be patient
Now I'm all about the paper
Imma ball just like a laker
Russian plug
Nigga name yegor
Don't do hugs, bitch see you later
Nigga you rusty like mater
Do she want just me or the paper
Nigga you touch me
Then my niggas hop straight on yo head like a blade to yo taper
Roll up the woods and I'm smoking on nature
If she a nat nat won't date her
Push yo shit back back
Put the Mac to yo hat hat
Do I take off
Yes no rest
Niggas be hating they all they chest
I count up the chicken on my bitch breasts
I'm doing it big I don't settle for less
You cannot press me no way
She can undress me ok
I'm feeling like Wesley snipes blade
Or maybe like Kobe with the number 8

Written by:
LaTrell Moore

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