Yeat, Vyne - Ball Wit Us lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat, Vyne - Ball Wit Us lyrics]
Yeah, I was in the Cayenne yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Sky is my hero)
Turn it up treat my bands like a song
Bitch I turn it up (Turn up)
I been moving chicken, moving bowls (No, no)
No you look like a broke
Yeah you not involved with us
You can't ball with us
(Ball) ball with us (yeah ball with us)
You can't ball with us
(You can't ball) draco, no triggers (Ball)
Yeah, twizzy down the road, always spinnin'
(Phew phew)
Know that shit fosho', mob business
I really, been on the X yeah been booted up
(Go) every day they ask if it's
The X or the Tesla, yeah I can't get enough
(Can't get enough)
I mix the percs with the X
Yeah they ain't feelin' like us
(yeah, really) i bust a nut on her chest
But she usually be drinking it up (yeah)
I took the 65 out the way (Skrr)
I ain't even flew this bitch
She flew herself from outta state (yeah)
They wanna rock with us, steal
From us, cop our swag
Yeah they not with the wave (Foreally)
I got a whole lotta racks on
Me, yeah, and a blick, they know I'm paid
(Paid, Paid, go, go)
Racks on me, see don't go bold
If these niggas be tripping
You know they gone fold
(Know they gone fold)
35 side baby you know I can't stall go
Once it get couple of racks these niggas
I'm running around with a ARP
762 head straight to your chin
You know I like to the
(You wanna stall with us)
(This why you can't ball with us)
Yeah (Sky is my hero)
Turn it up treat my bands like a song
Bitch I turn it up (Turn up)
I been moving chicken, moving bowls (No, no)
No you look like a broke
Yeah you not involved with us
You can't ball with us
(Ball) ball with us (yeah ball with us)
You can't ball with us
(You can't ball) draco, no triggers (Ball)
Yeah, twizzy down the road, always spinnin'
(Phew phew)
Know that shit fosho', mob business
I really, been on the X yeah been booted up
(Go) every day they ask if it's
The X or the Tesla, yeah I can't get enough
(Can't get enough)
I mix the percs with the X
Yeah they ain't feelin' like us
(yeah, really) i bust a nut on her chest
But she usually be drinking it up (yeah)
I took the 65 out the way (Skrr)
I ain't even flew this bitch
She flew herself from outta state (yeah)
They wanna rock with us, steal
From us, cop our swag
Yeah they not with the wave (Foreally)
I got a whole lotta racks on
Me, yeah, and a blick, they know I'm paid
(Paid, Paid, go, go)
Racks on me, see don't go bold
If these niggas be tripping
You know they gone fold
(Know they gone fold)
35 side baby you know I can't stall go
Once it get couple of racks these niggas
I'm running around with a ARP
762 head straight to your chin
You know I like to the
(You wanna stall with us)
(This why you can't ball with us)