Ballin' on these niggas, I pull up like I'm Kobe Niggas talkin' I'm in, my *** niggas know Handball, pull up on that nigga and leave him high I'm walkin' outside, pull up on that nigga and relax Yeah, call up my Woody, yeah, call up my Brody Yeah, call up the gang, yeah, call up the homie Yeah, we goin' out, huh, we on the track Yeah, call up the gang, huh, we comin' back I got a switch, I write the text Pull up, I laugh, hop in the whip Nigga, I'm crashin', I'm in the back My car, they waggin', my car, they waggin' Bitch, they be saggin', pull up, we swaggin' Pull up, he laggin', I'm in the game They talkin' bout it, niggas, they layin' Pull up, I'm braggin', yeah Nigga, they be talkin' bout clone, can we clone this dick? Nigga, they talkin' bout up, can we up this dick? Nigga, he taught me I promise that nigga get hit Pushin' on niggas, we pushin' on niggas like bricks Turn it, turn it, hop out the road Telly, she mad, dick in her throat Top of the hill, I give her hope I'm in this bitch, clearer than soap And we got a hundred and hundred and hundred and hundred and hundred a hundred racks That mean we got too much that money I pull up a hundred and know I ain't payin' no tax All of my shawties, they cute and they mean and they got a collection, I ain't talkin' brats I ain't talkin' brats, but I got me some racks I might hit from the back, put my thumb in the crack Yeah, call up my woody Yeah, call up my broody Yeah, call up the gang Yeah, call up the homie Yeah, we goin' out Huh, we on the track Yeah, call up the gang Huh, we comin' back Yeah, call up the gang Yeah, we comin' back