Ball Hog Emojis

(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