"Ball Out" Lyrics

Dj Motherfucking Scrap, you hear me?

[Chorus]

Last night I blacked out!
Woke up in the morning pissed all out
Tonight Iț m in the stripclub with some bands on me
And I ain't coming out without a hundred grand on me
Point me to the sofa, I'mma stand on that bitch
She a pussy popper, you no hands on the dick.
She popping that pussy, she shaking that ass
She popping that pussy, she shaking that ass
She popping that pussy, she shaking that ass
She popping that pussy, she shaking that ass

I'm hoping on something stupid
With them bads on
This bitch, nigger, she work
Don't use no hands on it
Dog roll in my wrist
Red bottle's my bitch
My money so long
Hundred bottle's my click
Got a pistol on me, I'm flexing
Made it ring, she stated undressing
T get with me, bitch is a blessing
All you see is smoke in our section
Niggers roll the weed
Fuck, nigger, get your bands up
BBC-ing my white diamonds
I make your bitch pull her pants up

We be getting money and it's on the rim
Every fucking night, this how my niggers live

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I bang hoes, probably don't know I live
Pop the pussies like damn matcheses.
Them nasty hoes in Patty Houch,
Wretched City, ask some titties
I'm so high it feel like I smoke 50 pounds
If the bitch dig it, man, I take that out
Roze, that rough shit
Style phone, Codeine
That blood's in the tall, bitch
Standing on the sofa with my G'z on
Never run my money, that is way long
Who the fuck you think I am?
Just another nigger? You can think again.
Last night I was towing Lee,
Last night I was towing Jim.
I hope the DJ make these bitches get it in
I'm paying bills in this bitch, I could have ...
Stripclub with some bands on me
And I ain't coming out without a hundred grand on me
Point me to the sofa, I'mma stand on that bitch
She a pussy popper, you no hands on the dick.

[Chorus]