C2kchrome - Play Ball Lyrics

Ooh, sad, killed it
Bitch, I be runnin' up these raccs
So I ain't no fuccin' hollabaccer
Posted on the block
I want a nicca to spin so I can play ball
And I stay with Gas, bitch, I'm smokin' Runtz
Bitch, I'm a block junkie
Bitch, I stay posted in the stocc
And I'm ridin' in a splat
Turnin' up, Mr. On the car
And Draco in the bacc with the Drake
Bitch, you know I smoke Pedro
AR-15 with no scope
Bitch, I never miss
Free my brother Shiesty, he gon' be home soon
Stay roccin' blue, bitch, you know I'm cripin
C2K, bitch, I stay creepin
I'm at McDonald's, bitch, I want a Big Mac
And Line with a MAC-10
In my fuccin' book bag
Chillin' in Miami with a bad bitch
In a BMW with 60 raccs
Feelin' like Nipsey
R.S.C., bitch, I stay rich, rollin
And D6's, bitch, I'm the real Cuvie, man
Let's switch the flow
Coolin with Slim
And he shoot like DeRoze
And we feedin' for the band
And I stay with the gold baller like Golden