He got it.
Feel this.
I'm in here with my arm.
Horseshoes,
clink.
You know what I'm saying?
We ain't nothing but some arm.
Ballers.
Steady ballin' in the mix.
You know what I'm talking about?
Ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
Everything got them broke.
Look, he keep on fixin'.
I keep ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
I'm a pimp, not a trick.
Hittin' licks for my bricks.
Sweets and sticks.
Equal platinum hits.
Riding in the Benz green zone.
Watching flicks.
Can't forget.
Horseshoes, clink.
It's so damn thick.
Holes on dick.
Dang *.
I hit the pussy and split.
Peeped this game over real live baller.
Down in Texas.
Watch the flexes.
Young shot caller.
Now, how many players get to live they dream?
Come up in the game and get exploits.
I'm in that green.
Know what I mean?
If you's a hustler, of course you do.
And if you ain't a bowler,
I ain't talking to you.
Cause a bowler.
Ballin' in the mix.
Everything got them broke.
Look, he keep on fixin'.
I keep ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
I'm a pimp, not a trick.
Hittin' licks for my bricks.
Ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
Everything got them broke.
Look, he keep on fixin'.
I keep ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
Horseshoes, clink.
And we so fuckin' thick.
Well, I'm a bowler.
Duke, Duke of represent.
I can't count the kilos of cheese I sent.
From the corners and the cuts.
For blocks and blocks.
I used to cut up rocks.
Now I'm popped on chop.
I gotta watch the cops.
I got hoes by the flocks.
And the Duke won't stop.
Until I'm sittin' on top of the world.
On stacks.
You know that's a fact.
Hersheywood through the front,
the side,
and the back.
Well, I'm a bowler.
Sippin' served alcohol.
A crowler.
Slakin' keys, cheese holder.
I roll deep.
Salsa down with a fat sweet.
Tim T's in the back of my BNC.
Play a thing like Mary Jane when I come around.
Meal tickets being made in the face time.
Low rating niggas hatin' cause I'm puttin' bricks.
Can't stand me cause I'm rollin' with a ballin' mix.
She ballin' in the mix.
Everything gotten broke.
Look, he keep goin' fix.
I keep ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
Hersheywood click.
And you hoes can't forget that we ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
Everything gotten broke.
Look, he keep goin' fix.
I keep ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
Hersheywood click.
And you niggas can't forget me.
Mugs get slugs when you're fuckin' with thugs.
I'm pushin' shut for ghetto love affiliated with drugs.
And the park * don't thrill me.
Haters wanna kill me.
Don't mess with Texas.
Made the whole world feel me.
Now, how many ballers wanna ball like me?
And how many hoes wanna * Lil' Keith?
Two or three.
Now, black, cause it be more than that.
I'm sittin' low, sittin' fat.
Cream mats in the cat.
I *** my cat's bloodstack while I'm blowin' a bustle.
Princess cut for a slut.
Bazzatine and cluster.
Hersheywood, it ain't over.
Mix the sult with the soda.
A 600 Benz with a V12 motor.
South Dakota to Carolina.
A nationwide drug smuggler.
Rap game got me famed.
Low-key and undercover.
Your brother and their other.
Wherever's that taller.
Southside representin' as a baller.
Yeah.
Ballin' in the mix.
Everything gotten broke.
Look, he can go and fix.
I keep ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
I'm a pimp, not a trick.
Hittin' licks for my bricks.
Ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
Hersheywood, click.
And you niggas can't forget that we ballin'.
Ballin' in the mix.
If you don't like my style,
straight up suck my *.