[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Ball on these n***as mane like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple bad b**hes on me, I don't even call
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off
Real trap n***a man, I done sold it all
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b**hes to call
Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought
Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Wack n***as be loony tunes, I will shoot at any goon
These little n***as, y'all can't fit up in my shoes
Y'all know I carry big old tools, I go by them big old rules
I can teach ya a** off even though I dropped out of school
I don't speak for f**ing nothing, have my shooters shoot at you
If there's beef or something, I don't do what rappers do
In the trap, I'm trapping fool, want a pound? I'm taxing you
Want a brick? I'm taxing you but try to rob, I'm clapping you
Say you a street n***a but in jail giving up your food?
Boy you ain't a street n***a, who the f** you trying to fool?
10 bands on your head just to get my shorty's something to do
More like free Money and 'em cause I'ma pull up too
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Ball on these n***as mane like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple bad b**hes on me, I don't even call
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off
Real trap n***a man, I done sold it all
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b**hes to call
Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought
Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought
[Verse 2: Wooh Da Kid]
Ever since my pops died, no father figure
4 years later, lost my brother, mission harder n***a
Now I'm 15 with a strapped out 30
Me and little Waka catch you slippin', do you dirty
Came a long way from So Icy to the Squad
b**h who with me to chop some sh** apart
Momma was a hustler, daddy was a k**er
Added up my options but this pistol felt more realer
So I'ma ball on 'em like there's no tomorrow
Ball on 'em like there's no tomorrow
I might just set it off, all in the car
100 rounds, all in the car
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Ball on these n***as mane like there's no tomorrow
Got a couple bad b**hes on me, I don't even call
Call my choppa Queen Latifah cause I'm 'bout to set it off
Real trap n***a man, I done sold it all
Marble floors, no beat down roaches on my wall
Remember going to school broke with holes in my drawers
Now I got 'em Gucci drawers with a 1000 b**hes to call
Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought
Now I'm that n***a man, who would ever thought
Who would ever thought mane who would ever thought