(Intro)
Yeah, let’s go

(Verse 1)
Breezy gang and I love to talk reckless
Ain’t talkin’ salad, couple things need addressing
Fuckin with the gang and I swear that’s a deathwish
Shawty get to twerk cause you know the boy infectious
I got the sauce and you know I got the drip
Every single night the boy working make another hit

And I roll another blunt just to take another trip
And you’re looking at a star baby go and make a wish
And I’m balling, and you know that we ball out
All my brothers down to ride if send the call out
We be in the building while you living in a small house
Free all my brothers in the cage, let the dogs out
I don't know why they hating on the boy
Is it cause I got your girlfriend waiting on the boy
And she know I got the cook up, marinating on your boy
Take it to another level, elevating on these boys
And I rap for them racks
And I snap for them stacks
And I snack on them tracks
No I attack all them tracks
Thinking back to the fact
That your raps are all cap
Give a fuck about these critics put in work and just go get it

(Hook 1)
Cause I’m balling
Young killer I be balling
If I call my bro’s for some help they be all in
Balling, Young killer I be balling
Can’t leave the streets cause the money keep on calling x2

(Verse 2)
And I keep on the hush
I’m a dark man but your shawty make me blush
When it comes to ops I swear I will crush
And I make another hit cause you know I love the rush
And I try to give them hell and I give them nothing less

Swear to God you ain’t seen someone this fresh
I know God got me, I don't’ ever stress
I’m just focused on checks afterr checks after checks
I’m like let’s go
We be going up like petrol
Breezy in cut the make it boom like metro
I’ve been ready since the get go with the flex hoe
You know that it’s going down like a vortek though
No Lil John but you know she gon get low
Living dangerous, driving with no rego
Living dangerous see I spit asbestos
She a little tipsy so she like let’s go
I don’t mean to brag
Living really good but my girl looking bad
Lately I’ve been really in my bag
And I swear to God that’s the reason all these haters mad
And I whip this shit till my mufuckn writst ache
Made a promise to my moms, I’d make it off a mixtape
When I pull up see the look on your bitch face
When I pull up I stay sharp like a switchblade
And I rap for them racks
And I snap for them stacks
And I snack on them tracks
No I attack all them tracks
Thinking back to the fact
That your raps are all cap
Give a fuck about these critics put in work and just go get it

(Hook 2)
Cause I’m balling
Young killer I be balling
If I call my bro’s for some help they be all in
Balling, Young killer I be balling
Can’t leave the streets cause the money keep on calling x4