[Intro: TrDee]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Yeah

(Damn, JakeSand)

[Chorus: TrDee]

You know I'm busting quick just like a virgin

I don't like no broke niggas around, make me nervous

Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it

How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?

It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up

I'ma keep balling 'til I'm dead or in handcuffs

How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season

Why it be the ones without no paper always dick eatin'?

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Ayy, act like you know that you talking to a GOAT

Spent a thousand for the coat, pussy wet just like a boat

What scare me is going broke, but you know that I ain't worried

He was balling, now he not, somebody please hang up his jersey

Choosing off the Hutch charm or maybe try and bust down

She gon' let me come and hit it everytime I touch down

Ball on you forever, you ain't know you on my shit list?

Up the roll on niggas, have them asking how I get this

That was 2017, my bitch bad and she mean

Pussy water and it's clean, dope dick, she a fiend

Never ball without my team, everybody jumper green

In Chicago, Zach LaVine, competition, what you mean?

[Chorus: TrDee]

You know I'm busting quick just like a virgin

I don't like no broke niggas around, make me nervous

Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it

How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?

It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up

I'ma keep balling 'til I'm dead or in handcuffs

How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season

Why it be the ones without no paper always dick eatin'?

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]

Why it always be the ones with no emotion always [?]

Put my name on a bank screen shot, that nigga still [?]

[?] always saying you feel me, but I don't feel you

[?] rapper now, but back then, I would've killed nigga

Bitch keep calling, talking 'bout she wanna chill

If she don't wanna fuck, I spark the 'Wood and I still hit it

Tryna rob me and got shot, lil nigga, that's a fail

[?] niggas back then with the Western Union [?]

I ain't wanna take her to my crib, pulled up to the Best Western

[?] think that I fuck more hoes than Hue Hefner (I swear to God)

Withdrawl and tell the teller I need blue hundreds

This ain't the same hundred from last year, this a new hundred (New hundred)

[Chorus: TrDee]

You know I'm busting quick just like a virgin

I don't like no broke niggas around, make me nervous

Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it

How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?

It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up

I'ma keep balling till I'm dead or in handcuffs

How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season

Why it be the ones without no paper always dick eatin'?