Low Profile Records, Royal T. , OFI, mr. sancho, Frank V - Jackin' Ballers lyrics

Who packs more heat than a little
No less than a lot
Who drives up your block with an unsafe Glock
Spitting at these chickens till
Their hearts stop ticking
Won't quit till they relocate
And start snitching
He was Brown but his car was black
And his hat was black and his gat was black
And when I release all you saw was black
Ese you're fucking with a homicidal maniac
It ain't so much gang
Related but cash related
If you messed with my
Money then you masterbated
Because you went and straight fucked yourself
You can have my bitch but
Can't touch my wealth
So if you ever try to stop
The operation I'll be night stalking
Till then you'll be a dead man walking
So pop your collar but don't stop a baller
As I cop a dollar and hop an Impala

Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers
Homeboy flip them dollars
Homeboy bounce Impalas woop woop
Simon right now you're bumping the LPG gang
Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers
Homeboy flip them dollars
Homeboy bounce Impalas woop woop, simon
This is going out to all these fake
Ass rappers claiming to be ballers

This is for these bitch rappers
That be talking shit
Saying shit about Sancho cuz I'm all of it
They can't stop all of it and I follow it
And then I shit it all way putos swallow it
Bitch you don't know me
How the hell you gonna blow me
Do it slowly cuz these haters fucking
Jealous about me never being lonely
Now can you blame them
For you participating invading my privacy
But it means nothing to me
Now can you see, Califa Thugs down to go bust
Showing all you player haters you
Got nothing on us open your mouth as I bust
You see me kick up some dust
I'm always willing to make a million
But, it's all on us you need to call on us
And bitches fall on us
But quit the hate on us, parcitipate with us
SD G's coming at you on the creep
Say your fucking prayers punk cuz you're in
It too deep as I creep

Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers
Homeboy flip them dollars
Homeboy bounce Impalas woop woop
Simon right now you're bumping the LPG gang
Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers
Homeboy flip them dollars
Homeboy bounce Impalas
Woop woop, fuck all them levas
Only you and I, Low Pro homeboy
Gonna get taxed

Suprise motherfuckers, OFI motherfuckers
Coming straight from the
Southside motherfuckers
All of you know how I do
California Sureno Thug, grey and blue
Ooh wee, 13 SD
If you're down with me toss up
Your chronic sack of weed
Blaze that shit up
Eses keep that shit gangstered up
Time to drink up

LPG gang, fool you can't hang
Royal came though the fucking scene to bang
Find a man likely to get the ass beat down
LPG gangsters, we ain't fucking around
We got straps and ends
Friends in high places
Killers with no faces down to catch cases
Down to hit corners, down to get dirty
Fuck around with us you won't
Live to see thirty

Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers
Homeboy flip them dollars
Homeboy bounce Impalas woop woop
Simon right now you're bumping the LPG gang
Woop woop, homeboy jack them ballers
Homeboy flip them dollars
Homeboy bounce Impalas
Woop woop, this song is going out
To all them fake ass levas out there homeboy

Keep switching labels
What label you on this month homeboy?
And where will you be next year?
Low Profile Gangsters