We Ball

By Tay Capone

Released on September 29, 2017

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[Intro]

You know...

I don't even do no muh'fuckin' remixes, man, you know?

But you know what I had to do this one


[Verse]

Talking all that savage shit

Lil boy, you not a vulture

Made yo BM suck my dick, I did it for the culture

Always stood straight on my ten, I always been a soldier

A fuck nigga step to me—Nah, ain't no rollin' over

You was laid up with that bitch, she rolled me like a coaster

Stretch him, leave him in a ditch or put him on a poster

I was gon' keep it lowkey, at least that's what I told her

But you steady tweaking, so you know I'm gon' expose her

Shoot his crib up, make him move out

Better take a new route

Catch me out here double-breasted

Run up, I got two out

You did that remix with my cousin, tryna get some new clout

All that shit gon' make me do is make me bring the coupe out

Clown ass niggas buying chains

Why you ain't go get Zoo out?

'Cause he the one who kept you safe, you not built for the shootouts

That pussy hiding in Atlanta, heard he got a new house

Booka riding so much dick, Lil Durk must be his new spouse

If I see one of you niggas, I'm doing you bad

OTF really stands for Only The Fags

Durk, you be doing geechie shit

You get fucked in the ass

We heard about that freaky shit that you done in the past

Had a talk with Bell-D, we gon' ball on 'em

Catch 'em lacking in the streets, bullets fall on 'em

I heard it's money on my head, I hope they all on it

'Cause all these Glocks ain't got no bodies, I put y'all on it

Keep my dick up out yo mouth

Man, that shit so simple

I was gon' say, "Fuck you niggas!"

That shit out the window

A nigga playing with my name, he get popped like a pimple

That shit posted made no sense

Fuck shit you should rekindle

Lil Dee don't really wanna beef, seen the look in his eyes

I been knew he'll switch for clout, so I wasn't surprised

My cousins bitches

If they tweak, they gon' meet they demise

You gotta watch out for these niggas, they snakes in disguise

You gon' put paperwork out, make sure that shit official

Three gun cases

You a bitch, this nigga soft as tissue

That's why everytime you in Chiraq a hunnid niggas with you

'Cause if a nigga see you out here, it's gon' be a issue

Coming up, I had my pistol, I wasn't out here hustling

Catch a opp, I'm sending missiles, I wasn't out here bluffing

You thought that you was doing something when you cuff my cousins

But just like yo other homies, they still broke and struggling

All that for nothing

Out here fronting 'cause you BM bussing

Catch him, slump him, I'ma drum him

Call me Andre Drummond

Didn't wanna fuck her, but it's funny, we still end up fucking

Want me to cuff her, get her pregnant, tried to take my rubber

I'm in the gutter with them glizzies, crazy motherfuckers

And if my brothers catch a body, we kill for each other

You spreading rumors that I'm lying and I never fucked her

And just like her, I watch her merch it, put it on her mother, sucker