Trae Tha Truth, Lil’ Snupe - Ballin’ In the Mix lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Lil’ Snupe - Ballin’ In the Mix lyrics]
Lil Snupe hah, hah
I'm just a young nigga ballin' in the mix
You know believe that
Shoutout Houston look
Syrup got me feelin' great
What a wonderful taste
Riding hard through the AZ
Jamming that first 48
And it's at this video shoot
That fuck with my nigga Trae
And that nigga Future Freebands
Shout out to the A
I'm finna hit the highway
Everything's my way i'm ballin'!
Every day all day
We party, sippin' syrup, swingin'
With the Kirko, steady bangin'
Diamonds pressing up against the
Wood grind wheel seein' that nigga Bun B
I'm like this shit for real?
Motherfuckers don't even understand
How I feel man I knew I'd face time
I come outchea buy a grill
I be at fetish and dreams
Me and JR be bootin'
Man I run Louisiana like J Prince run Houston
Rest in peace AJ Dub
K and all the niggas gone
As you see inspired me
So now I'm putting it on
'Cus I'm ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried bout a dollar
Can give a fuck 'bout a bitch
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried 'bout a dollar
Can give a fuck bout a bitch
Chyeah, stuntin' quicks trunk waver
Schooled up clique tipper
Feelin' like Cinderella walkin' on
Glass ass slippers
Off in the bank getting dollars for
One of these badass strippers
When I'm done it's UPS back to
The crib where I ship her
Louie V, no zipper, ball faded with clippers
Off in this old school swingin' like
It's never gave in by sippers
Slippers get caught with this
Chopper, pack it twice, cindy Lauper
Keep on the streets, I'm on top of yo bitch
Oh dick I can't stop her
Bitch I ball 'til I'm fallin'
Killed em all when I'm crawlin'
Tell them haters get at me
Woofers sound like I'm brawlin'
Me and Lil Snupe shinin'
Conversation was bloody
Bumpy kid I'm reclining, benihana we dinin'
You ain't shit if you ain't
Screwed up like Fat Pat, big Mo
Pimp C, AJ, Dub K, Mafio
Screw zoo, Clip D, yea we from the South
And they know it when they
Hear all the motherfuckin' mouth
'Cus I'm ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried bout a dollar
Can give a fuck 'bout a bitch
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried 'bout a dollar
Can give a fuck bout a bitch
'Cus I'm ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried bout a dollar
Can give a fuck bout a bitch
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried 'bout a dollar
Can give a fuck 'bout a bitch
I'm just a young nigga ballin' in the mix
You know believe that
Shoutout Houston look
Syrup got me feelin' great
What a wonderful taste
Riding hard through the AZ
Jamming that first 48
And it's at this video shoot
That fuck with my nigga Trae
And that nigga Future Freebands
Shout out to the A
I'm finna hit the highway
Everything's my way i'm ballin'!
Every day all day
We party, sippin' syrup, swingin'
With the Kirko, steady bangin'
Diamonds pressing up against the
Wood grind wheel seein' that nigga Bun B
I'm like this shit for real?
Motherfuckers don't even understand
How I feel man I knew I'd face time
I come outchea buy a grill
I be at fetish and dreams
Me and JR be bootin'
Man I run Louisiana like J Prince run Houston
Rest in peace AJ Dub
K and all the niggas gone
As you see inspired me
So now I'm putting it on
'Cus I'm ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried bout a dollar
Can give a fuck 'bout a bitch
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried 'bout a dollar
Can give a fuck bout a bitch
Chyeah, stuntin' quicks trunk waver
Schooled up clique tipper
Feelin' like Cinderella walkin' on
Glass ass slippers
Off in the bank getting dollars for
One of these badass strippers
When I'm done it's UPS back to
The crib where I ship her
Louie V, no zipper, ball faded with clippers
Off in this old school swingin' like
It's never gave in by sippers
Slippers get caught with this
Chopper, pack it twice, cindy Lauper
Keep on the streets, I'm on top of yo bitch
Oh dick I can't stop her
Bitch I ball 'til I'm fallin'
Killed em all when I'm crawlin'
Tell them haters get at me
Woofers sound like I'm brawlin'
Me and Lil Snupe shinin'
Conversation was bloody
Bumpy kid I'm reclining, benihana we dinin'
You ain't shit if you ain't
Screwed up like Fat Pat, big Mo
Pimp C, AJ, Dub K, Mafio
Screw zoo, Clip D, yea we from the South
And they know it when they
Hear all the motherfuckin' mouth
'Cus I'm ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried bout a dollar
Can give a fuck 'bout a bitch
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried 'bout a dollar
Can give a fuck bout a bitch
'Cus I'm ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried bout a dollar
Can give a fuck bout a bitch
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Everything I done broke best
Believe I'm gon' fix
I keep ballin', ballin' in the mix!
Only worried 'bout a dollar
Can give a fuck 'bout a bitch