Travie Mack - Ball N Heaven Dizzle

Yea
Ball in heaven Dizzle nigga
Legends never die huh
Young God
Anybody had something to do with my cousin want em all dead
Barber shop paying for them clippers money on all heads
Not playing look me in my eyes you a see all red
And i keep them killers by my side nigga like bike pegs
Anybody had something to do with my cousin want em all dead
Barber shop paying for them clippers money on all heads
Not playing look me in my eyes you a see all red
And i keep them killers by my side nigga like bike pegs
First off Rest In Peace to Dizzle nigga you know you lit
Ima sit back and game plan and then I'm popping shit
Only for the fam i give a damn about a friend nigga
Feeling like these racist white folks cause i can't stand niggas
Don't hear me tho on a rampage till bodies hit the floor
You ain't a real boy stop that lying you Pinocchio
It's me and bro ima call the play that shit a pick and roll
Give the signal we gone wipe his nose had to get him gone
Fuck my opps any nigga don't like it they could kiss a dick
We doing niggas dirty beat him up and he get pistol whipped
50k ima put that shit right where your hair be at
They on go running through anywhere that you be posted at
No fr post a pic we looking at that background
I won't him gone please don't call my phone unless it's man down
Get out there myself and get busy I'm really with that
Smoke a nigga whole gang so who gone get they lick back
Anybody had something to do with my cousin want em all dead
Barber shop paying for them clippers money on all heads
Not playing look me in my eyes you a see all red
And i keep them killers by my side nigga like bike pegs
Anybody had something to do with my cousin want em all dead
Barber shop paying for them clippers money on all heads
Not playing look me in my eyes you a see all red
And i keep them killers by my side nigga like bike pegs
I lost my mind ain't no back and fourth you niggas then crossed the line
Demon time you know he gotta go his life the fucking fine
Gen four ima flame his face with this damn torch
James harden i could pass that bitch or i could fucking score
Them shooters with me nothing but net when we squeeze
Let him froze we gone we gone take the shot like saying cheese
Spend the block we gone get to knocking like we at the door
Dizzle vision they can't stop the hustle we gone ball fasho
You know what's up if you with a nigga better throw it up
Make your mans a pack i tell my niggas keep on rolling up
You ain't bout this life then you better keep your ass inside
I be acting childish with these toys hit they park and slide
On go for real niggas tuck they tails cause niggas hoes for real
You know the deal tell them boys keep shooting till he over killed
So for real my mind keep racing i can't keep it still
Room full of people why the fuck i feel alone still

Written by:
Travie Mack

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