Indiwop - SW

And I be ballin'
Every Sunday morning, you can hear my momma callin'
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look

And I be ballin'
Every Sunday morning, you can hear my city callin'
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look

Ayo, so tell em Wop

So tell me where u from?
From that paradise that everybody wanna say they from
But they'll never know, what it's like to never save ur funds
So i stack shit up, gotta hustle like i got a son
Yeah we from the southwest
Motherfuckin' southwest
Bitch i fuckin' struggle even tho i'm sellin outfits
Everyday i hit my plug cause tree my only outlet
To express myself in a city where we drownin'

And I be ballin'
Every Sunday morning, you can hear my momma callin'
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look

And I be ballin'
Every Sunday morning, you can hear my city callin'
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look

So whatchu sayin' is we gotta save this paper right?
Work that 9-5, and go retire with this paper like
Did i make enough? dollars for children's grandkids
Will they live in harvard? with my son chillin in mansions?

Mannn i dont know, i still got this money tho
I just dropped 6 hunnid dollars in these clubs i went in so
Ain't no question for my wallet, cause my answer is i'm broke
Gotta spend it how i live, and how i live ain't never slow

And I be ballin'
Every Sunday morning, you can hear my momma callin'
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look

And I be ballin'
Every Sunday morning, you can hear my city callin'
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look
Round the 4-way stop
Huh, look

Written by:
Marlon Chavarria

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