Ballerina Wit the Leg Out

[Intro: Xtra]
Ay, ay yuh, ay yuh, yuh yuh, ay, hold on, yuh, yuh, hold on, yuh, look, look

[Chorus: Xtra]
Ain't nobody toss on board, niggas don't want smoke, we the best at this shit
Niggas gon' cut at the show, then we pull up with the ghost, see the whole if you ever talk big
Everybody knows with the flow and the coldest a Rose that Jamar and got Kez on the steep
That bowl gonna hit, you can see the guy, now I'm finna take that back with the clip

[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]
Who want the smoke with the king
Then that boy gotta kick back from a slugger to uh!
Listen to you, and it sounded like trash den
Critic that, then I let it go
Leave his crib with a new aesthetic
Take his leg, now he got a prosthetic
Tryna step up, boy, you pathetic
And this line hit through lines, bro, I'm poetic
It's a meantime, but a many miles in a screen time
Wanna see mine? Then you're rewind, big time
We finna find that you fighting up on reply
J Rose really putting down all these felines
Get a saying back, I'm chilling
Ain't no MC's tryna step to the villain
Pick us bananas when we get to peeling
My guap break through the sauce, why you still tryna break through the ceiling? Yeah

[Chorus: Xtra]
Ain't nobody toss on board, niggas don't want smoke, we the best at this shit
Niggas gon' cut at the show, then we pull up with the ghost, see the whole if you ever talk big
Everybody knows with the flow and the coldest a Rose that Jamar and got Kez on the steep
That bowl gonna hit, you can see the guy, now I'm finna take that back with the clip

[Verse 2: Dedboii Kez]
I shut that boy, and I'm scared for his life
I made his auntie and momma both cry
I breaking pussies when they let me slide
Then brought that lil' pussy whenever each side
He talking money, I share at his pockets
I up the top, and go pull like a rocket
I drip that blood out, I'm leaking like faucet
He peel with my noodles, so see, I'm outsauce it
Chilling on the moon by double my scar shit
Way too cooler, let it hit where I'm not, bitch
Adding that color, lil' bitch, I'm too toxic
Change, I got boy make a fix of his password
Yeah, you already talk, but you won't get no Oscar
I see you scared when I reach with my Glock kit
Lifting your stomach, lil' bitch, saw these bullets will go make you nauseous
Put the metal to your neck like a lock key

[Chorus: Xtra]
Ain't nobody toss on board, niggas don't want smoke, we the best at this shit
Niggas gon' cut at the show, then we pull up with the ghost, see the whole if you ever talk big
Everybody knows with the flow and the coldest a Rose that Jamar and got Kez on the steep
That bowl gonna hit, you can see the guy, now I'm finna take that back with the clip

[Verse 3: Xtra]
Wait, wait, wait, yo
I'mma take over your hoe, woah
She gon' take over the clothes, uh
She wanna taste of the goal
Crazy 'cause I've been bluffing and killing their competition
Now that tell in a show
Just look at my wrist, watch, cold
Just look at my wrist, watch, cold, bitch

[Outro: Xtra]
Ay, shout out slander, bro, shout out that nigga, do that shit, bro, Ballerina Wit the Leg Out