Normal

[Chorus: Ballout]
Breaking down Swisher, smoking dope (Ballout)
Cuz all I do is get high
I got a crib in normal, where I used to had all my guns (all my guns)
All my drugs, guns everywhere, we all live on lamron
Nigga ask me, you dare wanna buy some guns
I'm like you snitching dude, (who the fuck is you?)
You white dude
Hell nawh man, fuck who hired you
Dropped outta High School, but bitch I inspired you
Bitches on my dick, like 'Damn what that ice do?'
Big lips on her face, she like I wanna bite you

[Verse 1: Ballout]
Dropped outta High School cuz' I had to go to Night School (damn)
On the block selling green and white, carrying pipes dude (dont get shot)
Bitches on my dick, people like 'I don't know why they like you' (Imma tell you why)
Cuz' I pull up in a brand new white coupe (skirt skirt skirt)
Bricks moving out my house, every side
They like the mike's dude (bricks)
Stacked in a shoe box, white bricks, no white shoes
In my trap house, trap bitches wearing Mikes too (Mikes!)
I don't trust these niggas, AK bullets, they'll bite you

[Chorus: Ballout]
Breaking down Swisher, smoking dope (Ballout)
Cuz all I do is get high
I got a crib in normal, where I used to had all my guns (all my guns)
All my drugs, guns everywhere, we all live on lamron
Nigga ask me, you dare wanna buy some guns
I'm like you snitching dude, (who the fuck is you?)
You white dude
Hell nawh man, fuck who hired you
Dropped outta High School, but bitch I inspired you
Bitches on my dick, like 'Damn what that ice do?'
Big lips on her face, she like I wanna bite you

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
This nigga tryna' sell some guns he trippin' (he trippin)
I think he fucking with them people, this nigga's snitching
But let him try some funny Ima' up this .15 (bang bang)
Ima' pop his ass and knock him off his pins (GRA-TA-RAHH)
Pull off on them forgys, roll some sticky
Hit a few blocks and dipped the .15 (dipped the .15)
Post up on da block like ain't shit happened (Huh What You Talm Bout)
Run up in the trap we dippin stashes, aye, aye
Nigga runnin his automatics, (bang bang bang bang)
Ballout passed the .40, get to clappin (GRRRA-TA-RAHH)'
Niggas say what, niggas ain't even savages (niggas ain't know shit)
They know Glo Gang we Supa Savage (aye aye)
In the trap like what a blessing
Pull up on you and pass the ratchet
You say what, lil' folks he gon clap em
You think we playin, it did happend (we ain't playin nigga)