Back to Ballin

[Intro]
(Furkan, you're so toxic)
Like damn, we seent you everywhere (Simo Fre just killed it)
Bitch, I'm (Bitch, I'm back to ballin')
Uh, I'm super turnt, I'm super (Yeah, I got back to home)
Super turnt, I'm super trendin', niggas know that, nigga (Brrt, brrt)
These niggas ain't like my kind, nigga
Yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm back to ballin' (Yeah)
Might open up my trap, they done got back to callin' (My trap)
Back to trickin'
Might go and bust my wrist, this bitch like half a chicken
Fuck a dinner, bitch, I'm the type of nigga that'll take that half a million (Uh)
Skeet up in her, already knowin' she fixed, so she can't have my children (I did)
Mansion comin' with two, three kitchens, lil' bro in here water whippin' (You know)
Shit you niggas be doin' be fishy, I won't serve you if you iffy (Nah)
I don't wanna talk to much inside my music 'cause they might come and get me
She don't like fuckin' at the house, so we have sex in the city

[Verse]
Cut off my social media, I'm in trapper mode (I'm trappin')
Ain't leavin' the city until I get my fuckin' package gone (I did)
She like gettin' on FaceTime, but I be callin' her off my trapper phone
Twenty-one racks I made today, fuck nigga, I just went savage mode (Like 21)
Bitch, I'm back to ballin', back to cappin', back to schemin', back to clappin'
I touch them niggas when I record it, they be jockin' the way I rap it
Sell me a hundred plays just off my face, they likin' the way I bag it
I was sittin' back in that cut 2023, now I'm lettin' you pussies have it
I was on the Hot Boys, tryna get me a brick just like Beatrice (Like Birdman)
20K, one play, I made that cap, then put ten in my mattress (I did)
I don't believe in luck, I bought me a ticket and I ain't even scratch it (Real luck)
I like your vibe, but I just can't take you home 'cause you a ratchet (Vibin')
Bitch, you out your mind, if you ain't fixed, I'm hittin' you with a plastic (Bitch, you out your mind)
Them niggas gon' hate to see me win, they'd rather me in a casket
On Sunday morning, I paid my tithes and fill up every basket
I'm on IG scrollin' through your pics, tryna see which one the fattest (Yeah)
I seen them niggas tryna steal my swag, so I had switched the flow up
I pour a couple shots of brown and make that lil' bitch throw up
Them niggas been throwin' dirt on my name, but they don't even much know us (On my name)
He got in two shootouts in my dream and my lil' nigga froze up (Fuck him)
I was in the traphouse servin' clean, them niggas like, "What's the hold up?"
Brodie in the back, he slicin' meat, you can come through, get you a cold cut
I don't like them skinny bitches at all, I like my lil' bitch robust (I did)
I put on 1942, I keep my lil' bitch tore up (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm back to ballin'
Might open up my trap, they done got back to callin' (My trap)
Back to trickin'
Might go and bust my wrist, this bitch like half a chicken
Fuck a dinner, bitch, I'm the type of nigga that'll take that half a million (Uh)
Skeet up in her, already knowin' she fixed, so she can't have my children (I did)
Mansion comin' with two, three kitchens, lil' bro in here water whippin'
Shit you niggas be doin' be fishy, I won't serve you if you iffy (Nah)
I don't wanna talk to much inside my music 'cause they might come and get me (Facts)
She don't like fuckin' at the house (Uh), so we have sex in the city (City)