Powerball

By Baby Ghost (MI)

Released on April 27, 2024

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[Intro]

(Nito, what up, my nigga?)


[Verse 1]

She gon' fuck me anyway, I ain't gotta show her my face

I already know her friend gon' fuck bro, I ain't gotta show her tag

I ain't gotta show her the watch, I ain't gotta show her no pape'

Put the glizzy in his face, I ain't gotta cut on the beam

I don't need no help, bitch, I'll carry the whole team

I ain't stingy, bro wanna kill him, I'ma let him do his thing

She wanna fuck bro, I ain't tender, I'ma let her, what you mean?

Wock' pints, Tris pints, you a turtle, you drink green

Shifters in the 'Wood, bitch, you would never smell a seed

I ain't lyin', if you do, you can kill me, wallahi

Opp pack in the 'Wood, this shit punchin' like Ali

Them niggas better leave bro alone, on God, he just beat two bodies

If that was me instead of bro, on God, I would've dropped you

Hop out, hit a nigga head, that's how you get it poppin'

Bitch, every nigga with me slimed a nigga out

That nigga a ho, we pulled up on his block, he ran in the house

Free Da Yung OG, I'ma keep sayin' it 'til that nigga out

You say fuck Da Yung OG, you gon' get shot in your mouth

Yeah, bitch, we gon' run in your house

Everybody keep tellin' me I'm next, but I want it now

Get her titties done, she make me mad, I'ma take 'em out

Fuck them niggas, they ain't ridin' for Tay, we gon' take 'em out

He say he got some bricks in his house, we gon' take 'em out

I heard he got a brick on his head, I'ma take the 9

Run up on his ass and get to shootin', bro ain't got no mind

Fuck a bitch for three hours straight, she ain't got no spine

Oh, you ain't got no heat? Lil' bro, it's good, you can take mine

I ain't scared of nothin', bitch, everybody got a time

Security check our pockets at the door, everybody got a dime

This a Glock .380, but on bro, this bitch can take .9s


[Interlude]

This a Glock .380, but on bro, this bitch can take— yeah

Bitch, this a Gen5

Glock 19 with the grip, this a Gen5

Glock 19 with the switch, this a— damn


[Verse 2]

Bitch, this a Gen5

If I woulda shot that party up, everybody would've died

Oh, you ain't got no bitch? Lil' bro, here, you can have mine

How you want smoke with me and Tay, but you ain't got a dime?

How you wanna learn how to shoot a K, but you ain't shot a 9?

I'm tired of these niggas and they moissanite watches and they moissanite chains

She gon' suck it through the drawers, I ain't gotta wear no chain, I ain't gotta tell her my name

Bitch, you gon' die, you say fuck lil' gang

Last nigga said fuck bro got his ass banged

Naw, bro, I ain't slam him, bitch

I got an old Glock that's kinda rusty, but it's still a switch

I heard you got a body, but it's old, so you still a bitch

On God, she got a body, but she old, but I still'll hit

Fell off a couple times, but that's old, now I'm real rich

I heard when he got shot, you left your bro, you a real bitch

I heard when you got locked, you told, you a real snitch

Damn, you a lil' mouse

Catch a nigga comin' out his house, leave him on his porch

On God, these niggas finished, Tay, hand me the fork

I got the city burnin' up, I'm a fuckin' torch

She wear glasses, ass fat as hell, she a fuckin' dork

These niggas 12, they be tellin', I don't fuck with pork

High as hell on some Perc' 10s, I ain't goin' to court