[Intro]
You hear that?
That's called magic right there
Zay Houdini
They say birds of a feather flock together
This sh** so beautiful
Just look at it
Young Jefe, holmes!
[Verse 1]
If it wasn't for this pain, I wonder where would I be at
If it wasn't for Zaytoven then it wouldn't be no trap
Just run and stay on your grind, yeah you know you gotta get that stack
I done been through hell so many times, thank god I bounce right back
Got a lil b**h she so fine and she from way out in Quebec
She f** me every time we hop inside of my Corvette
Say when she hear Young Jefe then that p**y get so wet
She know you guys can't check, guess that's why you so impressed
J's at the door, gotta try and get the good dope
The feds at the door, tell 'em f** nah I won't open
Got her man in the floor, leaning off the project door
Big billy ho, I'm the one that all the bad b**hes know
Please don't step on my shoes
Or a n***a might see you on the news
Made a hundred on a coupe
I just blew a hundred on some j**els
Stop checking my moves
Know my mama ain't raised no fool
She did teach me how to raise that tool
Just in case a n***a hating on you, yeah
[Chorus]
All my n***as gon' ball one day
Told 'em we gon' get on some way
And tell them bad b**hes I need some space
Only f**ing with hoes on Sundays
Only f**ing with hoes on Sundays
Gotta keep it real, only know one way
Now we gon' catch him in the field one day
And he better hope and pray that he 'bout the gunplay
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day
[Verse 2]
b**h I am from the trap
b**h used to sell them packs
Yeah, I done got them racks
Nah, I don't know how to act
Who that's in this got a 'Lac
Shooters got them automatics
Like it, I'ma run it back
Sorry I'm just spitting facts
All this money I'm blowing
Take a good look what my ho in
Keep the dice rolling
Yeah we gon' keep the night going
She ready, she poking
Lemme see you girl, do it slow motion
If she choosing, I'm chosen
Lil n***a you a loser, stop joking
Heard you stunting with your bag, make my n***as rob you
All my b**hes they so bad, they look just like models
I'm so high, yeah, yeah, smoking this gelato
Dope boy, ain't gotta hide, I feel just like Pablo
[Chorus]
All my n***as gon' ball one day
Told 'em we gon' get on some way
And tell them bad b**hes I need some space
Only f**ing with hoes on Sundays
Only f**ing with hoes on Sundays
Gotta keep it real, only know one way
Now we gon' catch him in the field one day
And he better hope and pray that he 'bout the gunplay
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day
All my n***as gon' ball one day, all my n***as gon' ball one day