RTB MB, Sada Baby, Skilla Baby - Ballin lyrics
Skilla Baby [Trevon Khali Gardner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[RTB MB, Sada Baby, Skilla Baby - Ballin lyrics]
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Niggas get to talkin'
Brodie hit him in his nugget
I just gave this bitch a ten, I hit her
Now I got her stuffin'
Catch me in the A with
Different bitches, David Ruffin, ayy
I just hit his bitch, that nigga stupid
He was cuffin' spin the block with K's
He ain't have no time to look up
Bitches runnin' through the
Crib, Skilla boolin', tryna cook up
I just slid to the D
I want that pack so I hit Nuk up
I just caught an opp
Lackin', he was chillin', he got shook up
Hey, but now I'm off that
In the Wraith with sticks, catchin' bullets
Randy Moss pack
I don't even want this bitch, I hit her
So I toss that chrome Heart big B's, bitch
You know I had to sauce that
I ain't make it to the league, but Miles did
So I'm chillin'
He can't sip lean, but I can
He ain't trippin'
Huh, hе off that, huh, but I'm back on that
Huh, yeah, huh, caught an opp
We got him shook up, huh
I ain't got no discounts
Fuck a hook-up, huh, huh
Told a bitch we 'bout to
Fuck, fuck a hook-up, huh
Givе police a fake name, fuck the hook up
White bitch love Adderall, hooker
Hooked on uppers, huh
Niggas think they cutthroat
But mines tougher, huh
We the type to bitch-smack
You front your mother, huh
Take it to you, then bring the
Smoke to your brother, huh, huh
40 singin' like Trey Songz or Usher, huh
Hit my Dougie, my Douglas, no Buster, huh
Nigga, I ain't never scared, Bone Crusher
Huh
Fuck what them niggas said, we gon' rush you
Boy, you know it's money on your head
They gon' touch you
Bitch, I'm the rich nigga, and the
Huh, yeah, I'm the rich nigga
Ooh, and the muscle, huh
You a bitch nigga, confused, puzzled, huh
Your bitch hair used, no Rapunzel, huh
Try to pull on that shit, she gon' tumble
Huh
I got pull around this bitch, big unky, huh
Flunky, I'm an ape, you a monkey
Keep it funky
Uh, David Ruffin in the A, different bitches
Extra druggy
Don't bump into you in the A, get up on you
Do 'em wrong
Bump into you in the A, get up on you
Leave 'em slumped
Ayy, huh, I know you a pussy
We know you a punk ayy, huh
I'll catch a body like I'm 'bout to dunk
Huh, shoot him from the crib, Josh Jackson
The Pistons
Chopper leave an O on a nigga back
Miles Bridges
I don't know how to act, I'm ignant
Gang keep winnin' all the games
Like we rigged it
Lately I been ballin' like I hoop and stuff
Stay away from niggas that like to
Talk but ain't doin' nothin'
Young dog only wanna play offense
He shootin' somethin' in the trap ballin'
I should get an offer from Duke or somethin'
I really ballhog it, I score the ball often
But I'll pass the ball too
'cause we all ballin'
Cross a nigga up, throw up the gang
I'm just John Wallin'
My big bro top five, he Lonzo Ballin'
Niggas get to talkin'
Brodie hit him in his nugget
I just gave this bitch a ten, I hit her
Now I got her stuffin'
Catch me in the A with
Different bitches, David Ruffin, ayy
I just hit his bitch, that nigga stupid
He was cuffin' spin the block with K's
He ain't have no time to look up
Bitches runnin' through the
Crib, Skilla boolin', tryna cook up
I just slid to the D
I want that pack so I hit Nuk up
I just caught an opp
Lackin', he was chillin', he got shook up
Niggas get to talkin'
Brodie hit him in his nugget
I just gave this bitch a ten, I hit her
Now I got her stuffin'
Catch me in the A with
Different bitches, David Ruffin, ayy
I just hit his bitch, that nigga stupid
He was cuffin' spin the block with K's
He ain't have no time to look up
Bitches runnin' through the
Crib, Skilla boolin', tryna cook up
I just slid to the D
I want that pack so I hit Nuk up
I just caught an opp
Lackin', he was chillin', he got shook up
Hey, but now I'm off that
In the Wraith with sticks, catchin' bullets
Randy Moss pack
I don't even want this bitch, I hit her
So I toss that chrome Heart big B's, bitch
You know I had to sauce that
I ain't make it to the league, but Miles did
So I'm chillin'
He can't sip lean, but I can
He ain't trippin'
Huh, hе off that, huh, but I'm back on that
Huh, yeah, huh, caught an opp
We got him shook up, huh
I ain't got no discounts
Fuck a hook-up, huh, huh
Told a bitch we 'bout to
Fuck, fuck a hook-up, huh
Givе police a fake name, fuck the hook up
White bitch love Adderall, hooker
Hooked on uppers, huh
Niggas think they cutthroat
But mines tougher, huh
We the type to bitch-smack
You front your mother, huh
Take it to you, then bring the
Smoke to your brother, huh, huh
40 singin' like Trey Songz or Usher, huh
Hit my Dougie, my Douglas, no Buster, huh
Nigga, I ain't never scared, Bone Crusher
Huh
Fuck what them niggas said, we gon' rush you
Boy, you know it's money on your head
They gon' touch you
Bitch, I'm the rich nigga, and the
Huh, yeah, I'm the rich nigga
Ooh, and the muscle, huh
You a bitch nigga, confused, puzzled, huh
Your bitch hair used, no Rapunzel, huh
Try to pull on that shit, she gon' tumble
Huh
I got pull around this bitch, big unky, huh
Flunky, I'm an ape, you a monkey
Keep it funky
Uh, David Ruffin in the A, different bitches
Extra druggy
Don't bump into you in the A, get up on you
Do 'em wrong
Bump into you in the A, get up on you
Leave 'em slumped
Ayy, huh, I know you a pussy
We know you a punk ayy, huh
I'll catch a body like I'm 'bout to dunk
Huh, shoot him from the crib, Josh Jackson
The Pistons
Chopper leave an O on a nigga back
Miles Bridges
I don't know how to act, I'm ignant
Gang keep winnin' all the games
Like we rigged it
Lately I been ballin' like I hoop and stuff
Stay away from niggas that like to
Talk but ain't doin' nothin'
Young dog only wanna play offense
He shootin' somethin' in the trap ballin'
I should get an offer from Duke or somethin'
I really ballhog it, I score the ball often
But I'll pass the ball too
'cause we all ballin'
Cross a nigga up, throw up the gang
I'm just John Wallin'
My big bro top five, he Lonzo Ballin'
Niggas get to talkin'
Brodie hit him in his nugget
I just gave this bitch a ten, I hit her
Now I got her stuffin'
Catch me in the A with
Different bitches, David Ruffin, ayy
I just hit his bitch, that nigga stupid
He was cuffin' spin the block with K's
He ain't have no time to look up
Bitches runnin' through the
Crib, Skilla boolin', tryna cook up
I just slid to the D
I want that pack so I hit Nuk up
I just caught an opp
Lackin', he was chillin', he got shook up