Back Ballin Lyrics

tryna gamble with your life, go ahead, roll the dice

I already hit it once, she want me to hit it twice

Bitch, I'm quick to catch a bag, you could call me Jerry Rice

Play, just text my phone, said the work was very nice

Brother chillin' in the bushes, tryna catch em every night

I got 30 in the Switchy, I swing it left to right

Momma said, don't trust your friends, I think she was kinda right

I know he ain't weighed up, cause that shit was kinda light

Nigga, I been coolin', I been stickin' to the plan

Gotta skirt the extras out, cause it's stickin' to the pan

Think I'm sittin' by the beach, how I'm servin' all this tan

I be thumbin' through this money like I love my dead friends

Hit a nigga in that shit, now he need a headband

Catch them boys in the hood, you wanna see a dead man

Leave him drippin' in his blood, bitch, that's a red man

Tell the boys I don't know shit, if they catch me red-handed

Tell a bitch I'm tryna fuck, bitch, I ain't got no manners

Drank, got me feelin' stuck, bitch, I'm fuckin' up my rappers

I nail a nigga down to the floor with this hammer

Grind round with this Drake, this bitch do a lot of damage

Bitch, free my nigga ray out that motherfuckin' slammer

Sweep a bitch up off her feet and pick her up, I'm finna slam her

She know she fuckin' with a star, she told me put that shit on camera

All these racks just be fallin' in my lap, I feel like Santa

We could do it any day, any way, it don't matter

Put the whip in track mode, now I go a lil' faster

Bitch, I would choose you, but your friend a lil' badder

Yeah, I had a small stack, but now my shit a lil' fatter

Bitch, free my nigga ray, out that motherfuckin' slammer

Put the whip in track mode, now I go a lil' faster

Bitch, I would choose you, but your friend a lil' badder

Yeah, I had a small stack, but now my shit a lil' fatter