Ricky Hil, Bonic - Ball And Chain lyrics

-walk him down
You can't hold him down! Ball
And Chain here we go! my Brother Boo Bonic!
Nothing Really Matters: D

Yeah, she came to see me, like a ball game
I used to wear her name, on a small chain
Until she cheated on me, and I snapped on her
Like a ball chain, you my Ball And Chain
You say you love me, but it's all game
I be fucking with these bitches
That you call lame
I feel all pain, it leaves a small stain
See, we too different
I wear Dickies you wear Balmain
I like weed you like cocaine
I gotta losе this girl mama
Like loose change I don't know why I'm
Tripping likе loose strings

Blood bleeds red outta blue veins
I get a feeling that I can't explain
I get high, then I feel ashamed
I can't appreciate you
You was hoing, that depreciate you
I don't even give you all
My time i abbreviate you
You stressed out, I can't alleviate you
I don't even hate you
It's prolly killing you
It wasn't even meant to
You know I can't embrace you
And something in me can't erase you
So i gotta replace you
Assimilate you, I clone you
You know that bitch I come home to
In my city that I roam through
And that life I'm holding on to
Even if I don't want to

LIMOS, Nostra boys coming in, look
I'm cut from a cloth that
Buff shine a Rolls Royce
Thought i was done rapping
They left me no choice
She said i gotta voice
It always leave her moist
She print model cause she 5'9"
I get the Wonder in like Stevie
If these bitches really need me
If im broke would they need me?
It's no Hussle left, worth a Nip
I convert a bitch, i know you heard it bitch
And that's for lack of a better term
This shit different now
Aye bro you better learn

Yeah, you ain't the only one getting bands
16 more to go offa only fans
Me and my girl eat together like a first date
7 course meals, 6 figure deals
Spitting with Ricky Hil, shit is always Ill!
Like stay at home orders, and Tylenol pills
Went i spit they say that man go
That man flow
Crazy motherfucker like Van Gogh
Gun in my pocket bitch I gotta let my hand go
Just in case that man show
He want with the baddest Don daughta
In that 2020 Prada, can't fade me nada
I got the cheese to get
You wrapped like an enchilada
I'm a combo, quesadilla, Piña Coladas
When the order go through, Postmates
Followed by a suite, post dates
I think you hoing out your
Talent if you post rates
Make 'em holla at you, Bonic I holla at you