Ballout - So Fast lyrics

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Ballout - So Fast lyrics

[Intro] Ball [Chorus] Car so fast I might pop a wheelie b*tch so bad caught her from Phillie I get racks and the opps so silly Blood Gang ni**a but I ain't no Billy Ridin' in a Cat playin' with her kitty Everybody know we run the city I been Cali gettin' high like a hippie Foreign drive by itself, I'ma count fifties b*tch so bad keep staring at her titties I'm in the club all the bad b*tches with me I'm in the section all these fu*k ni**as feel me I'm makin' sure everybody fu*kin' hear me I'm makin' sure everybody fu*kin' see me I'm in hills sitting on a fu*kin' couch (Yeah) Or I'm in the hills standing on the fu*kin' counter (Ballout) Everybody walkin' around with a fu*kin' bottle (uh) [Verse] And I'm walking around with a fu*king waddle (pour) Who wanna bet who wanna gamble? I can bet this sh*t for tomorrow Who want a bottle? Who want a hollow? I'm in this b*tch rockin' World of Sorrow We send bullets just like spirals I'm in Zeo and Camaro parked in the Ghetto, sh*t going federal This b*tch say my dick is incredible She just want to eat it up just like an edible I put my jewelry on so I look flexible I be in a foreign and I'ma bring her ass fastable I need meds, I gotta take my medicals Smokin' this gas, I'm takin' my vegetables Pussy ass ni**a, you ni**a so tastable AP on my Cardillac and skelly too 45. on me and I'm not hesitant Police grab me but there was no evidence ni**as playin' around, he gon' be heaven sent Mansion so big, this is my residence Money machine, it count dead presidents What's in the hood, I think it's an elephant I know you gettin' money but I'm not sellin' it I ain't fu*kin' around hoes, I think I'm celebrant Behind my back, hoes say I'm elegant Parked outside and you know I'm all in it We ain't hittin' hills, I'm tolerant ni**a dissin' everybody, he ain't relevant Tryna get me out my elevant Trackhawk and I'm ridin' a pellican Hellcat, I'm goin' to hell on it I ain't stop for 12, I'm bailing it [Chorus] Car so fast I might pop a wheelie b*tch so bad caught her from Phillie I get racks and the opps so silly Blood Gang ni**a but I ain't no Billy Ridin' in a Cat playin' with her kitty Everybody know we run the city I been Cali gettin' high like a hippie Foreign drive by itself, I'ma count fifties b*tch so bad keep staring at her titties I'm in the club all the bad b*tches with me I'm in the section all these fu*k ni**as feel me I'm makin' sure everybody fu*kin' hear me I'm makin' sure everybody fu*kin' see me I'm in hills sitting on a fu*kin' couch (Yeah) Or I'm in the hills standing on the fu*kin' counter (Ballout) Everybody walkin' around with a fu*kin' bottle (uh)

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