[Intro]

(If you not ball hog, then die)

[Chorus]

Pushing right up, I got some mud in my cup

We off of them drugs

Nah, I can't ball with no scrub

I just came out, I just hit me a Jugg

When I’m in the Detroit, feel like 42 Dugg

And you cannot climb out that hole that you dug

I'ma leave you in that hole that you dug

Just met the white plug, his name Bradley or Doug

Feel like 50 Cent, got the pole in the club

Real good fella ain't no damn hoe in my blood

I’m high off this pack, I don't give a fuck

About what you talking bout, shut the fuck up

I love my bitch bad, and stuck the fuck up

That nigga look sad, like cheer the fuck up

[Verse]

Cheer up bitch

Why, and I'm smiling

Ball Hog like Bones Hyland

Got a Glock nigga, no I'm not fighting

Driving this vehicle, no I'm not biking

I'm booted up, I feel like a Viking

You not sucking dick? Lil' bitch get to hiking

I'm not getting you no Uber, you trifling

Why the fuck she think that I’m wifing her

This bitch stupid, I’m done talking to her

Glock gon' sing like it was Don Toliver

We gon’ make that nigga twist like he Oliver

And that is no SRT, that is a Challenger

My pockets jump out the gym like Tye Dillinger

I always stay with some bread, I'm a villager

Yeah, and I ball with vigor

Nigga don't push me I'll turn to a killer

Fuck that white hoe, she damn near called me nigga

Don’t want that bitch, just the chicken, I hate stingers

That hoe tried to call, but I turned off my ringer

I just hit a home run, I just hit me a dinger

Just trolled that nigga, we pulling his finger

I'm off of this Wock', the reason I linger

She not fucking the crew, then why would you bring her?

And I'm high as fuck, I just hit me three blinkers

Caught him in traffic, don't turn on my blinkers

I know she a liar, on god I won't link her

My chopper got melody, this shit a singer

Can't fuck with that boy, heard he a right winger

Just scored me some drop finna pour up my Faygo

I'm with twin hit motherfucking Clayco

And that nigga ass, we throwing tomatoes

[Verse]

Yeah, huh

Balling so hard got the cheat code

I'm in the spot with a freak hoe

I'm on the spot with a bank roll

He sipping fake lean, sipping Karo

Bullet go right through his marrow

I got this gold like a pharaoh

I'm a sweat like Paolo Banchero

Bitch, I'm feeling like Robert DeNiro

Got money like Robert DeNiro

I want my glory, R.I.P Capo

He tried to run, but the Glock made a tackle

I put the cash, in a Louis V satchel

I got the bitch on a run, I'm a asshole

I'm bringing racks back home, lasso

I keep on trying to figure out, why they keep on trying to take my flow

We finna get on his head like hijab

That nigga broke, he need to get a job

We execute shit we gon' get in that car

Beam on the Glock, so that boy can't get far

I know me some thugs, that's gon' hoop like they Ja

[Outro]

Pushing right up

I got some mud in my cup

We off of them drugs

Nah, I can't ball with no scrubs

I just come out, I just hit me a jugg

When I'm in the Detroit, feel like 42 Dugg

And you cannot climb out that hole that you dug

Imma leave you in that hole that you dug

Just met the white plug

His name Bradley or Doug

Feel like 50 Cent, got the pole in the club

Real good fella ain't got no hoe in my blood

I'm high off the pack, I don't give a fuck

About what you talking bout

Shut the fuck up

I love my bitch bad, and stuck the fuck up

That nigga look sad, like cheer the fuck up