Shad Da God - Ball Out feat. T.I lyrics

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Shad Da Mahfuckin God.....heard them niggas sayin

Trap Trap Trap rollin hard like Michelin

wrist real cold like Michigan

Im from colly park nigga home of the mud

im off a duece n a 20 gotta piss again

On the west getting work from my man

Back to the South I’m a low sosene

I be having real big pockets roseanne

my niggas got drums and im playing wit da band

I think I got dope and guns in my car

Around with a hoe 1/4 pound in the jar

And you aint never chill in my hood by far bitch

Put a nigga lean in a fight at a bar where i'm at

Chilling on the set no stress dont test

gotta basketball game worth of techs an

I just ended up with a zip of some thug motivation in the mother fucker flexin

Rolex the watch the thirty in da glock hit it back

Hoe swear she tryna pull out my locks

Skirt out the spot, ended back In the back with a spot with a bandaid

swear to god the surgeon got a lot

I swear I love to rap but I gotta juug first

My iphone ringin so god damn much I barley get da verse

nigga We gon ball out to the end of the game

I been in the streets I can go platinum off of dis game

These bitches know I’m thuggin i dont go nowhere without that thang

n I’ve been trappin so hard in the middle of the rain

SO me n my niggas could ball out till the end of the game

And the Rolex was enough I ain’t need no bracelet or no chain

All my goons go green like go where it cost nothin to hear that thang

All you gotta do is play some motherfucking game. x3

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T.i

Fuck with us and get fucked up nigga

Hustle Gang all in dis bitch

They talked to her but won’t touch her nigga

Got that goon for days and I send them bricks

So fuck those scroogies don’t fuck with us

Another day down on more fuck nigga

No sweat I keep a sucker nigga and check

On set bring it to another nig

Wanna tell a nigga that while you head it better get a gat

I’ll be waiting for you to get back

And I ain't gotta act

I did it with the chopper and Mac

With the pounds and the weed and the crack

Bet a hundred racks that I’mma strike a muthafuckkn man

Set the city on fire that’s that on that

FYI I never been no rat

Say otherwise we gon fight like that

Ye aint know its the king bitch

Riding dirty on lean hoe

Until the game is over bitch

I’m balling out wit my team hoe

I say I’m balling out witmy team hoe

Until the game is over with

I’ll be balling out with my team hoe

Two big straps, 4 big clips, all these hoes in my whip

I got four hold up ain’t payin gas

I’m prepared for that lift nigga

Nigga pour four zips of strait R. i can say minutes to all of my left

I just came from Dallas and Housten

I would get fucked up following dat trip

Nigga call it depressin

But I’ll be with my best friend

Little Smith little Wesson

I'm in the club flexin

Why you’ll be trying your bestest

I wake up pissed easily

these niggas can't even cover these hoes

Tho it make me a hundred times more realer

And I aint needa write when I step in the booth

I can really make it ten times harder for these niggas

The lean make it ten times harder for my liver

I gotta geeked up bitch in my car

The ice on the Rolly made the bitch shiver

And you can see it when I hit the cigar

I gotta thank God nigga made it dis far

I ain’t do this shit by myself

But I really tried hard out here

Hustle goon Gang no else show

Thanks to Jamezy for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to MrEastSideOG for correcting these lyrics