Ball Movement

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Phew
Phew, phew, phew
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
If you don't fuck with them, I don't fuck with you
Don't ask "Who am I?", who the fuck is you?
Bitch, me and my niggas ball, we don't fuckin' hoop
Talkin' crazy, lil' nigga, you ain't bulletproof (Bah, bah)
I got the bullet to prove it
Boy, this shit real life, he thinkin' it's music
Give that boy a lil' fade, he lookin' like Boosie
We sippin' Act', we on clips, this shit like a movie
She tryna make love, I told her fuck me like a groupie
I pull my dick out and tell her blow it like a loosie
Bring them sticks out, we got FNs, no Lucci
She put the wop on me 'cause I'm rockin' all Gucci
If anybody ask, bitch, we all Gucci
The opps see a trick, [?] try to [?] like what y'all doin'? Huh
Look at the score, nigga, y'all losin'
Fuck the bitch, pass her to bro, good ball movement

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Trippin' in the rental, fucked around, crashed the Honda Civic
OT settin' plays up, had to pop a vitch
Lil' Brodie work for Faygo, he be poppin' niggas
All I do is run a check up like a doctor visit
I ain't got no blue check but my check blue, bitch
Thirty round fuckers, every Glocky got a pool stick
I don't want no Ghetto vibes, I only want a rude bitch
Four-nickel tucked, I ain't worried 'bout your two cents
Hellcats, Trackhawks, we gon' fast pace it
Hundred missed calls from my bitch, I've been sack chasin'
7.62s, boy, these bitches' back breakin'
SBDSM, we number one, the opps last placin'
Flashin' Benjies at her, got her jumpin' out her panties
Got a twenty ball in all dubs bustin' out my fanny
If it's up then it's stuck, put it on my granny
Boy, I know you sick that your bitch tryna fuck on Stanley

[Verse 3]
Nutted in an opp bitch, I'm tryna join a family
Sike, I'm lyin', I'm tryna kill a broke ass baby daddy
Nigga ain't got five the cent, y'all paid that for the Addy
But let me hop up off that tip and show you how to stack it
Bitch, we them Camp boys, come see us in traffic
I see y'all tryna be the Camp, but this shit more than rappin'
He say we ran out of bags, it's more in the attic
He say we ran out of Bens, it's more in the stashes
Them niggas keep on dyin', they runnin' out of caskets
Got his mama screaming, "Why? Why it had to happen?"
'Cause your baby, he a bitch, and I had to blast him
Niggas was fans first 'fore they ever was static
I'll rather see me down before I get to rattin'
You will get up in that room and they ain't gotta ask you
Niggas over friendly, boy, niggas love chattin'
But it's cool, we catch him out and we gon' have to slatt him

[Outro]
(But it's cool, we catch him out and we gon' have to slatt him)
(Camp boys, Camp guys, nigga)
(What up, ShittyBoyz?)