Ball Hard

[Intro: Pasto Flocco & 4ren]
[?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stealin' my flow, I'ma take that, uh
4ren, yeah

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Work hard everyday, I'ma make it, nobody stoppin' me, it's fuck all my enemies
You know we complete, we gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me
Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, see the money while my eyes closed
She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like, "Pasto!"
Work hard everyday, I'ma make it, nobody stoppin' me, it's fuck all my enemies
You know we complete, we gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me
Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed
She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like
"Pasto"
Work hard everyday, I'ma make it, nobody stoppin' me, it's fuck all my enemies
You know we complete, we gettin' the breesh, no you cannot be a friend to me
Ball hard like I'm Lonzo, seen the money with my eyes closed
She callin', now she wanna facetime, scream my name, she like, "Pasto"

[Verse 1: Pasto Flocco]
Yeah, in the stu', I found a new sound
All these bitches callin', oh my God, what did I do now?
Hit it from the back and she can't take it, only two rounds
Shawty for the team, bounced her around, we playin' pool now
Kill it once, then I pass to my cuz'
You run up on me, you know that I'm bussin'
Pasto, that's a name that she love
I just wanna fuck, I cannot be cuffin'
Call up Huncho, we kick down your door, now get on the flo-o-or
Now she gotta eat, then she gotta go, we screamin' like, "Ho-o-o"
Off-off-off White on the back of my pants, I just wan' get to these bands
Up the chop and now that nigga gon' dance
Runnin' Ricky, yeah, he ran
AP, clappin' shit like I'm Pam
Rockin' Gucci, yeah, that shit is from France
Niggas hatin', they ain't never your mans
Call up Tecca, yeah, the grip never jam
Call up Jenny, yeah, he fuck with Gz
Call [?], money turn 'em a fiend
Skinny nigga, but my money, I keep
Call up Mixy, yeah he smokin' them trees
Count it up, I'm a hit, I make tree
Doin' digs, yeah, shawty a treesh
One day, I'ma be in the hills
I need all the money, I need it for real

[Verse 2: 4ren]
You cannot catch me
Run this shit like a motherfuckin' track meet
Nigga why you actin'?
Come get yo' bitch back then
I don't know why the hell your ass still is askin'
My girl facetime me, she be blackin'
I need my breesh and the motherfuckin' backend
I need my breesh and the motherfuckin' backend
I need my breesh and the motherfuckin' backend
'Cause me and Pasto tryna get it a-a-all
Shoot so good, I could show you the ba-a-all
Don't talk crazy, you gon' fa-a-all
And I'm always in her mouth like some Ha-a-alls
I am livin' like a NASCAR baby girl, I am driven
Now the youth is lookin' up to how a nigga livin'
I'm not anybody, baby, I cannot be slippin'
I'm not anybody, baby, I cannot be slippin'

[Verse 3: Pasto Flocco]
Drip or drown, we don't make a sound, a private life is a best life
When you around, I will hold you down, I put you to sleep, have a sweet night
Just like it's Zack and it's Cody, London Tipton, yeah we livin' the sweet life
Street smart, young nigga, would never bring a knife to a gun fight
I walk in the spot and they stare
I am not tuckin' my chain, boy you a lame
Lace front, lightskin with long hair
Cartier frames, Revenge on my Vans
Man, I don't really want you
You see me on YouTube
You call me through Bluetooth
Now you doin' Voodoo, yeah-yeah