June the Legend, Larry June - I Just Want to Ball lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[June the Legend, Larry June - I Just Want to Ball lyrics]
Yeah check it out
Turn me up good job, Killa
Killa numbers
Yeah yeah
I just want to ball on
You niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I just want to ball on you
Niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
Never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I’m swervin’ in and out of lanes
With my dick stuffed down this model’s throat
My chain’s a kilo
You got a 10-karat hollow rope
It’s twenty on my left wrist
Thirty more up on this big chain
Watch me baptize the flooded-out
Roley in expensive champagne
I’m thankful for the cold nights
I ain’t have it like I do now
Seattle lights reflectin’ off my porch
When I slide through town
It’s seven on my Forgi’s, 9020 for the feet
I’m with a pretty bitch that’s foreign
And she gon’ suck me ‘til I’m sleep
I knock a bitch and fuck her once
I’ll probably never call her back
Unless she’s ‘bout her money bags
Then, I’ll take that bitch across the map
Picked the phone up and hit
My cousin Larry like "Nigga, where you at?"
He said, "I’m out in San Francisco with
A chick and checkin’ trap"
My new foreign came with all the options
Got all these niggas’ bitches watchin’
My old bitch said she love me
But I did the hoe like Tristan Thompson
I hopped up out the whip in
Givenchy with the Fendi mix free my nigga C
You better cuff her if you love that bitch
It’s Killa
I just want to ball on you
Niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
Never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I just want to ball on you
Niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
Never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
Still havin’ plenty of it, so much
I’m like fuck a trap
So much clarity in my watch
I could’ve bought a Jag-
Handmade cashmere sweater, the trap goin’ ham
Chillin’ on the beach with my bitch
I just love the sand
Eighty dollar candles in my house
That’s playa shit
Turned down five hunid-thousand
On some label shit
A driver just to take me up the street
On some lazy shit
House out the way – where the safe sit
I don’t rap much, I just paint shit
Picture so vivid, lost my voice in Miami
Jet-skiin’ with these bitches
All about elevation
Get them snakes out your circle
‘Cause the ones most close be
The ones that’ll hurt you
Turn me up good job, Killa
Killa numbers
Yeah yeah
I just want to ball on
You niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I just want to ball on you
Niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
Never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I’m swervin’ in and out of lanes
With my dick stuffed down this model’s throat
My chain’s a kilo
You got a 10-karat hollow rope
It’s twenty on my left wrist
Thirty more up on this big chain
Watch me baptize the flooded-out
Roley in expensive champagne
I’m thankful for the cold nights
I ain’t have it like I do now
Seattle lights reflectin’ off my porch
When I slide through town
It’s seven on my Forgi’s, 9020 for the feet
I’m with a pretty bitch that’s foreign
And she gon’ suck me ‘til I’m sleep
I knock a bitch and fuck her once
I’ll probably never call her back
Unless she’s ‘bout her money bags
Then, I’ll take that bitch across the map
Picked the phone up and hit
My cousin Larry like "Nigga, where you at?"
He said, "I’m out in San Francisco with
A chick and checkin’ trap"
My new foreign came with all the options
Got all these niggas’ bitches watchin’
My old bitch said she love me
But I did the hoe like Tristan Thompson
I hopped up out the whip in
Givenchy with the Fendi mix free my nigga C
You better cuff her if you love that bitch
It’s Killa
I just want to ball on you
Niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
Never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I just want to ball on you
Niggas and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her
Never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good
I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
Still havin’ plenty of it, so much
I’m like fuck a trap
So much clarity in my watch
I could’ve bought a Jag-
Handmade cashmere sweater, the trap goin’ ham
Chillin’ on the beach with my bitch
I just love the sand
Eighty dollar candles in my house
That’s playa shit
Turned down five hunid-thousand
On some label shit
A driver just to take me up the street
On some lazy shit
House out the way – where the safe sit
I don’t rap much, I just paint shit
Picture so vivid, lost my voice in Miami
Jet-skiin’ with these bitches
All about elevation
Get them snakes out your circle
‘Cause the ones most close be
The ones that’ll hurt you