"Ball Out" lyrics
Vin Jay & Krizz Kaliko Lyrics
"Ball Out"
[Vin Jay:]
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
I came to run up the digits, I handle my business and shut shit down
I'm on a high streak moving top speed, better watch your mouth
I feel like a legend the way I been moving, there's nobody out that can fuck with me
I went from pension and pennies to touring the world, my job is a luxury
Living a life at home, everyday vacay
Feel like a flight to Rome, mama's on the lines
And that got me a righteous tone
Prolly 'cause I made a fuckin' mil off a microphone
Comin' from the bottom and turning into an animal
I'm in it to develop, I never take a sabbatical
I wake up and I get it, I'm never hitting my limit
So anybody who doubted me better be held accountable, I'm back
Man of my word, the white boy from the block in the back of the 'burbs
I got rhymes that'll get a fucking rapper to purge
I damage a verse and leave 'em in the back of the hearse, come on
Though they love it when the kid explodes
I been this dope, I'm leaving every critic froze
I've been this gross the minute that I kill these clones
You can't debate with analytic show, you lil' bitch
I'm the main event, the one you came to watch
How we all projecting me to flop
Moving like I'm Jordan and LeBron
Balling out until I fucking drop
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
I came to run up them digits, I handle my business and shut shit down
I'm on a high streak moving top speed, better watch your mouth
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
I came to run up them digits, I handle my business and shut shit down
I'm on a high streak moving top speed, better watch your mouth
[Krizz Kaliko:]
Nananana problem's I'm the biggest
Stuntin', I be runnin' up the digits
Handling my business
Amen, can I get a witness?
Broke a record, put me in "the Guinness"
I got a lot of left and the more to kid, dough to get
He lookin' for a bounty like he Boba Fett
[?] he the [?]
A big mofo, never go slow poke, Kobe said
I can put the money in the Bitcoin
Not Illuminati but I'm with Joyn'
So I can be the cream of the crop
Cream always to the top
Simmer down
Show you how to be the winner now
I can pick your pocket I'm 'a put [?] put it down
Plenty cash now and you can walk up to the bank with a mask now
It's weird
Big boy beefy burrito, foul on me, I shoot free throws
Keep a torpedo
Tucked in my speedos
For people who got beef I heat meat though
Meet me at the top
Since I was a toddler knew I popped
Balling out, get dollas off the box
Stop the guap then you the only opp
Kali
[Vin Jay:]
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
I came to run up them digits, I handle my business and shut shit down
I'm on a high streak moving top speed, better watch your mouth
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
Ball out, ball out
I came to fuck up it all now
I came to run up them digits, I handle my business and shut shit down
I'm on a high streak moving top speed, better watch your mouth
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