Ball for the gutta Lyrics

Big 4L Spin through cause hell

Free the members out that cell

Same roster from the sandbox we gone ball for the gutta

Had to cut my homie off cause he been moving like gunna

Having dinner like the last supper

But this ain't the last supper

This here to celebrate we beat the odds made it out the gutta

Give the og ten racks for each time that we had to suffer

Circle with bosses not my og son but they my brother

We gone do this my way fuck what you consider

From the ground up I been feeling like bob the builder

Shitting on them like a pigeon take this good luck with ya

Shit even ray charles could see that I'm that nigga

She think she slick well I'm slicker

I won't never chase a bitch I don't even chase my liquor

I got her moaning 43HS when I'm in her

Chip lil nigga from the slumps I remember gathering crumbs

Now they gone pay a equity if they want me to come

These blues these ain't ones Not the two I'm the one

Popping titties for no reason she sending it as view once

We gone ball by any means

I like blue notes nothing green

Pray to go tuck the pipe go get money the routine

Niggas green they flakey they won't take one for the team

Interrogation that pressure on they gone give out names

Once you burn that bridge you can't rekindle that flame

Took my heart out my chest put it in the pocket a my jeans

You can't ride this wave if you ain't trying to gain and maintain

Through it all I love the streets even though it brought me pain

Top shelf without the right price you can't pull me down

In a gee wagon with my seat low cruising rounding

Stopping at lights cause my backseat two gun man

Bopping that hotside music swinging my coin round

We got more pipes in the carven than the plumb man

Thinking he stand up nigga watch him get stomp down

I remember gazing thinking my high would come down

Sober it been month since I butt it put the joint down

Rapping my ass off thinking bout the dump land

My blood brothers was gangsters I went and fit in with the crew

I was outside shooting iron when them boys was shooting hoop

That gutta no joke don't get caught up in the loop

Interrogation he ain't squeal he came out with a missing tooth

Loading 62s in the clip riding down the 75

Ain't no cap in my rap but if I'm jam I'm telling lies

Way in georgia with it but it's forever hotside

I remember me and bro bagging up at mumma crib

Hundred bag a five's ain't going in til we sell all of it

Bucket by the toilet cop coming we dissolving it

The draco do a lot a bouncing leaving splinters in my hand

Him and his cousin rat they like talking to the man

If y'all serious bout that shit double back one more time

Bitch I'm going for the drac and I'm putting up the nine

Yh big 4L Spin through cause hell

Free the members out that cell