G Perico - Keep Ballin lyrics
[G Perico - Keep Ballin lyrics]
I'm nationwide with my rip ride
Comin' from the side of
Town where everybody fine
Southeast police chasin' niggas down
10, 000 Xans, jumpin' on the Greyhound
I like girls with naked nails and YSL
Gemini lipstick and wax in between them legs
Fresh nigga, forever be consistent
Blessed to be me so I
Don't ever need an image
My back arm ink'll tell ya how a nigga think
Never fuck on a bitch that smell
Like salmon when she pee
Felt like combin' my curl and goin' Trey D
East side nigga fuckin' over the street
12 braids to the side
Put the one in the front
I feel like eatin' lobster
All summer for lunch
Niggas gangbang, but bitches gangbang too
Out here it's only Bloods, Crips
Criminal Pirus
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
But I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
You find out how your homeboys feel when
They see this shit is real
They ain't like you growin' up and
They ain't like you still
We at the Mondrian watchin' bad
Bitches get their model on i'm complicated
Ain't no tellin' what I might be on
But I'm for sure in all blue
Gotta keep it on the 2 so my niggas is too
How you feel when you
Checkin' your reflection?
That's a real ass question
You tell the truth
But that shit be selective
What you know about money?
My rent 99 hundred
Plus one but that still ain't nothin'
I do a hundred miles through the can
Car full of guns, and all my niggas laughin'
Got the hood tatted like 20 times
Did plenty crimes
Pray to God that I don't catch any time
Take the yak to the head
And keep gettin' bread, it's G
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
But I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
Real niggas don't bitch
We just get that shit
We just make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money, ayy
G! So Way Out you know this shit real
One more time, hey hey
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
So Way Out, bitch
Comin' from the side of
Town where everybody fine
Southeast police chasin' niggas down
10, 000 Xans, jumpin' on the Greyhound
I like girls with naked nails and YSL
Gemini lipstick and wax in between them legs
Fresh nigga, forever be consistent
Blessed to be me so I
Don't ever need an image
My back arm ink'll tell ya how a nigga think
Never fuck on a bitch that smell
Like salmon when she pee
Felt like combin' my curl and goin' Trey D
East side nigga fuckin' over the street
12 braids to the side
Put the one in the front
I feel like eatin' lobster
All summer for lunch
Niggas gangbang, but bitches gangbang too
Out here it's only Bloods, Crips
Criminal Pirus
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
But I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
You find out how your homeboys feel when
They see this shit is real
They ain't like you growin' up and
They ain't like you still
We at the Mondrian watchin' bad
Bitches get their model on i'm complicated
Ain't no tellin' what I might be on
But I'm for sure in all blue
Gotta keep it on the 2 so my niggas is too
How you feel when you
Checkin' your reflection?
That's a real ass question
You tell the truth
But that shit be selective
What you know about money?
My rent 99 hundred
Plus one but that still ain't nothin'
I do a hundred miles through the can
Car full of guns, and all my niggas laughin'
Got the hood tatted like 20 times
Did plenty crimes
Pray to God that I don't catch any time
Take the yak to the head
And keep gettin' bread, it's G
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
Only thing that's on my mind
Gotta keep ballin'
But I can hear the streets callin'
Sucka shit poppin' up and I keep dodgin'
I just gotta keep ballin'
Real niggas don't bitch
We just get that shit
We just make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money, ayy
G! So Way Out you know this shit real
One more time, hey hey
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
So Way Out, bitch