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(If you not Ballhog, then die)
L-Lil' boy, he ain't notice me, p-puttin' on all black
Know you see Ballhog emojis, all up on yo' ass
We-we gon' spank all our fuckin' hoes, we put belt to ass
They like, "'Tec, you a ball hog, you don't ever pass"
We gon' put the car in park real quick, I gotta roll some gas
St-stab my opps, I feel like Nardo Wick and I don't feel bad
Red alert, roll out with the Draco, 'cause it clap
This ho burnt out, I just wanna stay up on these charts
I said, "Bye, bitch," I hate the airport
I need to fly private, told twin, "Get yo' passport," we finna hit Japan
I woke up one day, flexed up, like I'm the man
This ho tryna check-up, I showed her ass these bands
'Tec gon' hit you in the neck up, gon' leave yo' ass in pain
Put my jersey in the rafters, the arena scream my name
They like, "'Tec, I'm fuckin' proud of you, you done put on for the gang"
You did it, 'Tec, you done did it (yeah, yeah)
You done ran your racks up, you chasin' that million (yeah, yeah)
I gotta worry 'bout my mom, in my ear trippin' (hell no)
Walk in, and I make my shots too, I ain't missin'
Nigga on my dick bad, tryna get me to diss him
He tryna get free promo, he won't get attention
My Glock is a homo, bit' came with a dick, yeah
Shootin' shit in slo-mo, I'm off all these tricks, yeah
L-Lil' boy, he ain't notice me, p-puttin' on all black
Know you see Ballhog emojis, all up on yo' ass
We-we gon' spank all our fuckin' hoes, we put belt to ass
They like, "'Tec, you a ball hog, you don't ever pass"
We gon' put the car in park real quick, I gotta roll some gas
St-stab my opps, I feel like Nardo Wick and I don't feel bad
Red alert, roll out with the Draco, 'cause it clap
This ho burnt out, I just wanna stay up on these charts
I said, "Bye, bitch," I hate the airport
I need to fly private, told twin, "Get yo' passport," we finna hit Japan
I woke up one day, flexed up, like I'm the man
This ho tryna check-up, I showed her ass these bands
'Tec gon' hit you in the neck up, gon' leave yo' ass in pain
Put my jersey in the rafters, the arena scream my name
They like, "'Tec, I'm fuckin' proud of you, you done put on for the gang"
You did it, 'Tec, you done did it (yeah, yeah)
You done ran your racks up, you chasin' that million (yeah, yeah)
I gotta worry 'bout my mom, in my ear trippin' (hell no)
Walk in, and I make my shots too, I ain't missin'
Nigga on my dick bad, tryna get me to diss him
He tryna get free promo, he won't get attention