Released on October 18, 2020

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[Intro]

Yung Rari


[Verse 1: Ballout]

I'm in LA, they play my shit in the city

Forgis on all the foreigns like them bitches come with it

What I'm breakin' down? gross, I ain't smokin' no midget

I'm riding in outta space with stars in the ceiling

Been in LA 6 years I been spend me some millions

Diamonds VVS and my diamonds flawless from johnny

Glory Gang pendant yeah you know it's from johnny

Rocks in my Bezle, I don't know what time is

Nigga I'm breaking down bells, fuck a scale

I got more racks than tennes, nigga fuck a jail

I pay fools since I was broke niggas thought I was in cell

I pull off in a sig like a bat outta hell


[Verse 2: Chief Keef]

I just hopped out like I'm fresh out of jail

We just sent the grocery boy go way 'bout the mail

Better than training how I be sparking them hills

Take your bitch 7 foot and spark her hill

You working like you jack throw over the hill

Turn down million dollar deals man I feel like Chappelle

Bitch I’m super high don’t ask me how I feel

I’m not even tryna fuck so why would I Netflix & chill

Bro nem be up on that hot shit but my neck super chill

I had left the fucking block & got a crib just like PHIL

I had a dream 'bout check then here come Mike Will

They ask me do I want some money then I said I guess I will


[Chorus: Ballout]

Get money so easy, this rap shit fake believe me

Pullin' up in a 'ghini, I make shit look easy

Ballin' no arena, racks on me Serina

Pourin' up the leana, I think I got a fever

This niggas so greezy, fucknigga be easy

Bullets flying breezing, I treat these bitches even

I make shit look easy, rob a nigga easily

Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon


[Verse 3: Tadoe]

Young rich boss how am supposed to be aye

I got niggas in the street that'll blow for me aye

I got aunties that'll blow for me aye

A hundred bottles birds hit the trap urgently

I got aunties that'll come serve for me

I got niggas in the hood sell dope for me

Work-work clean to figure life nigga aye

Since a youngin', bitch I been a fuckin nigga

I'm tryna get up on you like I'm fuckin jigga

This that motherfuckin verse nigga

Play them games, put you in the dirt nigga aye

Put you on a fuckin shirt nigga aye

I heard your life scandalising on the guys aye

I cook you with this 4-fuckin-5 aye

Bitch you know I'm already super fuckin fried aye

Bitch you know I'm rich, chill open up fragrance


[Chorus: Ballout]

Get money so easy, this rap shit fake believe me

Pullin' up in a 'ghini, I make shit look easy

Ballin' no arena, racks on me Serina

Pourin' up the leana, I think I got a fever

This niggas so greezy, fucknigga be easy

Bullets flying breezing, I treat these bitches even

I make shit look easy, rob a nigga easily

Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon