Speedballin'

Hey-yo

Hey-yo

We speedballin'

Livin' by the grace of God

At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin'

With no time to waste

The treble tends to weeble wobble over the bass, we speedballin'

Nose wanna blow out steam

So make some fuckin' noise if you know what I mean, we speedballin', ha

But if you don't, you won't

You'll end up in your trouble while the fury of funk, we speedballin'

Uh, uh, yeah, sucka we're speedballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'

Yeah, uh, we speedballin', ballin', ballin'

Uh, yeah, we speedballin', ballin', ballin'

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, we speedballin'

Ballin', ballin', ballin' ballin', ballin', ballin'

Ballin' ballin' uh, we speedballin'

Yeah, woo! Yeah, uh

Mama think I'm on that blow

'Cause anything over marijuana fa sho, we speedballin', huh

If I could just come down

But when I do come down I don't like how it sound

We speedballin', woo

The pitcher all on the mound

Thowin' fastballs with a curve, the nerve of speedballin', ha

Some niggas serve to live

Some niggas live to serve not a fuck who they give

We speeballin', ha

Ha, yeah, woo we speedballin' ballin'

Yeah, can y'all smell that? Uh, we speedballin', ballin', ballin'

Ha, c'mon! Yeah, we speedballin' what?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My God, my heart, my start, my savior, my soul

My end, my friend, my sin now when I go?

If you can hear me now then make me move

Stank-ya, I like it like that, I'm in yo' groove

Yeah! Yeah! Southwest, uh!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Woo, we speedballin'

Uh, yeah, yeah, A.T.L.!

Uh, yeah, New York we speedballin', ballin', ballin'

Woo, yeah, uh, uh, we speedballin'

L.A.! Woo, woo we speedballin'

Woo, woo woo, woo, woo woo, uh, uh, uh, uh, we speedballin'

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah, woo woo we speedballin'

What? Ha, what? Woo woo, we speedballin'

Who the fuck said rock didn't roll no more?

Who the fuck said rock didn't roll no more?

Who the fuck said rock didn't roll no more?

Who the fuck said rock didn't roll no more?

Nigga wanna think that these boys don't blow

Hoe you see them snortin them coke

Chaos still don't give you a hoe

Maybe you think the music is low

Maybe you say, the niggas is wack

If he asks, want some crack

If you do that, you never come back

Back to life, reality black

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump the brakes

Analyze shit got down to stakes

Take a shortcut tryin' to win the race

Whatchu gonna do when you step in the place?

At a player's place, nigga takin' my time

What he gon' say when I freak the rhyme?

How you gon' feel when I skeet the nine?

Buck buck buck nigga on the grind

Niggafied 'cause we still on the grind

In the trap with the dope boys

Speedballin' freefallin' in my own moon and my own zone

Boy life is short gonna suck it up

Arsty-fartsy nigga fuck it up

Down in the trenches, press your luck

Assed out like you in the butt, nigga what?

My soul is burnin', about to catch fire!

I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!

I can't help myself, I'm on fire!

Ha ha ha ha

My soul is burnin', about to catch fire!

I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!

I can't help myself, I'm on fire! I'm on fire!

Ah, good God!

My soul is burnin', about to catch fire!

I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!

I can't help myself, I'm on fire!

Ah, good Lord, my soul is burnin', about to catch fire!

I'm overheated, about to catch fire-hah!

I can't help myself, I'm on fire!

I'm on fire! I'm on fire!

Ah, good God!