Ballroom Lyrics

My best friend became my enemy

Pussy nigga ain't no friend to me

Hallucinating or is my 3rd eye awakened

Either way it don't mix well wit molly, apple juice and Hennessy

I got this to a science though I'm terrible in chemistry

Dissect a nigga like biology, smoked herb, dabbled in botany

You hear us from the hall, throwing money in the ballroom

Funny how cash accepted even when you in the wrong room

Dolo on my lonely ask if anybody come through

Keep to your cell and see if anybody call

Ask yourself how many times did shit fall through

You'll notice how many just ain't solid at all, I

Use to have a small safe stashed in the crawl space

I love y'all from distance but I can not give em all space

Coffee in the morning wit my blunt

After I wake up next to big tits, big butt, I'm

Rubbing on her cunt, she asking watts for breakfast

I put the blunt down and take a break fast, yikes

Hit it one more time and then I break fast

And pass her to the bros and she gone do it wit her fake ass

What would it take to sell your soul and do you take cash

Do you have a bank account or does he cash app

Do whatever for the paper on that paper chase

Don't be surprised if she ask, where the cash at

A lot of kings even more small minds

Shit hit the fan you become you nose blind

Alphabet she only doing what I let her

From a to x

Only she know y

Ask zee

I am a man not a boy

I play wit pistols not toys

I am a man not a boy

I play wit pistols not toys

Lose it all then I get all my shit back

Gimme a break before I break you a piece like a kitkat

Sit back, "oh no he didn't" yeah nigga we did that

I see you ain't about that action I ain't with the chit chat, we even

Early morning, broad day or the evening

Rain, sleet, snow no it doesn't matter the season nigga

I am a man not a boy

I play wit pistols not toys

I am a man not a boy

I play wit pussy not toys