Eight Ball

[Intro]
(Ginseng)
(Where are you, Ginseng?)

[Verse]
Little nigga count that bag
Niggas thinkin' it’s a handout
Please don't go out sad
We will chop off your damn hands
Choppers like Afghanistan
Up that bitch and make him dance
Gotta get this bag, the only plan
Yeah, ain't no other option
You never would’ve thought of this
I'm ballin', don't need no scholarship
Stay on the fuckin' porch, nigga, you can't handle this
All my niggas outside
This shit 4L, we gon' slide
Play wit' the gang, you gon’ fly
But you knew this whole time
Like, who are you compared to I?
We do not see eye-to-eye
Yeah, I can spy wit’ my little eye
That that little nigga, he's a liar
I told that bitch to count that bag
I already said that, remember that
I’m off the head like fitted cap
I can just tell it's really a act
Stab him three times in the back
Keep your eyes open, watch your back
Fold up the check, gotta get it back
I don't really give a fuck, I gotta tax
Just mind your business, how 'bout that
Yeah, be smart, but you know that
It’s three six like Project Pat
8Ball, MJG
These clips hold .223
Please don't turn this to a scene
And that stick ain't got no beam
But I'm hittin' everything