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(If you not Ball Hog, then die) L-Lil' boy, he ain't notice me, p-popped out in all black Know you see Ball Hog emojis all up on your ass We-We gon' spank all our fuckin' opps, we put belt to ass They like, "'Tect, you a ball hog, you don't never pass" We gotta put this car in park real quick, I gotta roll some gas St-Stomp my opps, I feel like Nardo Wick and I don't feel bad Fell in love with my Micro Draco 'cause it clap This ho burnt out, I don't wanna talk no more, you trash I say, "Bye, bitch" I ain't hit the airport, I need to fly private Told twin, "Get your passport, we finna hit Japan" I woke up one day, flexed up like I'm the man This ho tryna check up, I showed her ass these bands 'Tect gon' hit you from the nеck up, gon' leave your ass in pain Put my jersеy in the rafters, arena scream my name They like, "'Tect, I'm fuckin' proud of you, done put on for the gang" You did it, 'Tect, you done did it (Yeah, yeah) You done ran your racks up, you chasin' a million (Yeah, yeah) I gotta worry 'bout my mom in my ear trippin' (Hell no) Ball Hog and I make my shots too, I ain't missin' Nigga on my dick bad, tryna get me to diss him He tryna get free promo, he won't get attention My Glock is a homo, bitch came with a dick, yeah Letras de cancionesSeein' shit in slow-mo, I'm off all these trips, yeah Lil' boy, he ain't notice me, popped out in all black Know you see Ball Hog emojis all up on your ass We gon' spank all our fuckin' opps, we put belt to ass They like, "'Tect, you a ball hog, you don't never pass" We gotta put this car in park real quick, I gotta roll some gas Stomp my opps, I feel like Nardo Wick and I don't feel bad Fell in love with my Micro Draco 'cause it clap This ho burnt out, I don't wanna talk no more, you trash I say, "Bye, bitch" I-I ain't hit the airport, I need to fly private Told twin, "Get your passport, we finna hit Japan" I woke up one day, flexed up like I'm the man This ho tryna check up, I showed her ass these bands 'Tect gon' hit you from the neck up, gon' leave your ass in pain Put my jersey in the rafters, arena scream my name They like, "'Tect, I'm fuckin' proud of you, done put on for the gang" You did it, 'Tect, you done did it (Yeah, yeah) You done ran your racks up, you chasin' a million (Yeah, yeah) I gotta worry 'bout my mom in my ear trippin' (Hell no) Ball Hog and I make my shots too, I ain't missin' Nigga on my dick bad, tryna get me to diss him He tryna get free promo, he won't get attention From Letras Mania