Show You How to Ball

[Intro]
(Don't play with Stompa)

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Never played sports, I could still show you how to ball
Put the money up 'cause it really got you if you fall
On my worst days, kept a smile, nigga, through it all
Niggas act like bitches, tell 'em somethin', they gon' tell it all
Never ballhog, I got the ball, then we all ball
You don't want no money, then I gotta stay from 'round y'all
All the shit that I done did, bitch, I'm top dog
Turnt nigga, I'ma still shine when the lights off
This lil' money in my pocket what your life cost
The same hoes y'all called wifey, for us, all goin'
For the money, it got tricky, I done had to risk it all
Any situation I was in, I always stood tall
Focus on the money, my bitch mad, I ain't tryna talk
Two thousand for my shoes, that's a thousand every time I walk
They payin' me for verses, that's ten thousand every time I talk
You ain't 'bout that shit you say you 'bout, nigga, knock it off
When it's time to go and drill, you get dropped off
Bro so tweaked out, he done cut his box off
Say he had to go and slide and knock an opp off
My nigga died, a nigga died, we is not y'all
I blocked all her phone numbers and she still call
Coach ain't put me in the game and I still ball
She say it make her pussy wet the way a nigga talk
I ain't say a word to her and her panties off
All these hoes wanna fuck when you gettin' off
Bosses linkin' up with bosses, you ain't up enough
Don't get in your feelings, nigga, run your money up
GMO finna fuck another summer up
Still in grind mode, finna put another hundred up
Certified tweaker, broad day'll drop a hundred-plus
She say ain't no other nigga like me, bitch, I'm one of none

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I can drop a song tonight and start another run
I'm in the strike, they hit the lights, I'm on another run
Where that lightskin bitch that was at the club? Bro, she don't never run
I caught a nigga in the morning, he thought it was a track meet
Me and Freddie hoppin' out the Scat with two black skis
Got a red fob, so don't think I only got a black key
If you heard I hit your bitch, bro, don't come and ask me
I might laugh at your ass, then hit you with the back of the heat
Huh, bitch, we stay on tip
I could've bought a car with what I spent up on my 'fit
Think about all the money you ever made, I spent that on my kit
Unc' done fucked the work up, now that shit look like grits
Ain't never played football, but I'm finna send a blitz
She send me all her flicks before she even post the shit
Crazy part about it, she not even mine, bro, that's bro lil' bitch
Ask if she wanna fuck me and my bitch and they both open with it
You can't do that shit 'cause you ain't got no motion, nigga
Double dutch the chop and the Glock, I'm tryna rope a nigga
Huh, I got richer and somehow, all of my clothes got bigger
Don't make me and GMO come lil' bro you niggas

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
Yeah
It's with an X, nigga
Striker gang, striker boys, walk down gang, all that shit, nigga
Know what the fuck goin' on