Ballin' 3 Lyrics

It's Octane

Ha, 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