Ballout – Spyder lyrics

[Intro] 808 Mafia BasedKash on the beat [Hook: Ballout] Boy that ain't no real dope Better call my cellular phone I got gas OG skunk Reeking out my Cali home Ridin' on that candy paint Lookin' like an icy cone My wrist is so icy hom' I can take your wifey home Spend one night with me, now she can't sleep at night at home I pull up in Spyders, I let my lil niggas take rifles home Cashin' out at the dealer, I just took a new title home Cashin' out at the dealer, I just took a new title home [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Just took the title Pulled off in the spyder Some much ice, who's brighter Fuck a jewel buyer Someone pass me a lighter Fendi belter two sider Bitch I'm with a one nighter I don't wanna her, I don't like her Just cashed out Barneys Me and Ben Frank's army Cash fallin' now war me Splash a bitch named stormy I keep a first aid on me Walk around with all this cake Got people's birthday on me It must be your first day homie Ain't no nice guys, it might be your worst day homie I keep them big racks on me It don't take a show to see I keep that good gas on me [Hook: Ballout] Boy that ain't no real dope Better call my cellular phone I got gas OG skunk Reeking out my Cali at home Ridin' on that candy paint Lookin' like an icy cone My wrist is so icy hom' I can take your wifey home Spend one night with me, now she can't sleep at night at home I pull up in Spyders, I let my lil niggas take rifles home Cashin' out at the dealer, I just took a new title home Cashin' out at the dealer, I just took a new title home [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Duck with a rifle Lean in my apple cider Diamonds bite like a tiger Chopper end a nigga lifer I don't fuck with both siders Foreign whip a two seater Stuff three bitches in it And got three pistols wit' it nigga Scuba Steve baby I've been ballin' since the third grade Choppa [?] turned his momma crib into a bird cage Turned a nigga great-granny house to a haunted house Mobs talk through a nigga window fairly runnin' out Gotta love the street Gucci down let that Uzi sound Prada and nightlights in yo' town scuba booby mouth Make me send a bullet through yo' mouth hollow root canal Keep my shooters proud cuz I don't know what I'd do wit' out 'em [Hook: Ballout] Boy that ain't no real dope Better call my cellular phone I got gas OG skunk Reeking out my Cali home Ridin' on that candy paint Lookin' like an icy cone My wrist is so icy hom' I can take your wifey home Spend one night with me, now she can't sleep at night at home I pull up in Spyders, I let my lil niggas take rifles home Cashin' out at the dealer, I just took a new title home Cashin' out at the dealer, I just took a new title home Explain Request ×

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