Ballin Dese Bitches Song Lyrics

Ballin Dese Bitches by Lil Zay Osama

Hey
They got Wooski on the mix
Hey, come on man, these b**ches is nothing
Man, we ballin’ these b**ches out, yeah
It’s a me Mario, ah, game over
You trippin’
You trippin’
Like, we be in the yo with it, you know what I’m sayin’?
Like f**kin’ these b**ches 1AM, 2AM, 3AM
You know we just smokin’ exotic, you know?
Coolin’, smokin’ za off the drank, you know what I’m sayin’?
Back to back, [?] tag team, I go and do it
Hey

Bro you trippin’ like it’s hard to ball these b**ches (Like it’s hard to ball these b**ches), ayy
Hop in the coupe, drop the top, on all these b**ches (skkrt) ayy (Drop the top)
We used to go to school, I’m gettin’ top in the stall from b**ches (All y’all b**ches)
Then get around your friends, act like I don’t call y’all b**ches, ayy
All these b**ches opps, all these b**ches bops (Bops)
All these b**ches get a man then pretend like they ain’t thots (For real)
It’s too many Glocks (Too many)
But how many shots? (How many?)
That switch for decoration, you ain’t tryna go catch no headshots

I did what you trying to (What you trying to)
Being that nigga for my niggas, out here sliding too (Sliding too)
We made my house the kick it spot, the b**ches sliding through (b**ches sliding through)
You got that iron, go in my crib, police riding through (Police riding through, f**k 12)
Aye, aye
Back then they wouldn’t top me off (Wouldn’t top me off)
Now they wanna top me off
One in the morning, I was tryna get to the crib, you wouldn’t drop me off (Drop me off)
Now you wanna drop me off
That’s that fan sh*t
Never have I ever been on a U picture, boy I ran sh*t
And now got all the Glocks (All the Glocks)
We got all the thots
Freak lil’ thot hoe, look like Mulatto (Mulatto), dancin’ on top of the car
We call it exotic za (Za)
We got exotic pot (Pot)
You would think big folks work with a label, how he got this A&R (A&R)
We got a lot of opps (Lot of opps)
We got a lot of Glocks (Lot of Glocks)
YouTube lyin’ to y’all, for us y’all know these ain’t no props (Ain’t no props)
I be lying to save her ass, he say he gon’ beat her up (He gon’ beat her up)
Tell that nigga turn his boss up, I already f**ked (That’s a fact, nigga)

Bro you trippin’ like it’s hard to ball these b**ches (Like it’s hard to ball these b**ches), ayy
Hop in the coupe, drop the top, on all these b**ches, (Skrr) ayy
We used to go to school, I’m gettin’ top in the stall from b**ches (All y’all b**ches)
Then get around your friends, act like I don’t call y’all b**ches, ayy
(sl*t)
All these b**ches opps, all these b**ches bops (Bops)
All these b**ches get a man then pretend like they ain’t thots
It’s too many Glocks (Too many)
But how many shots? (How many?)
That switch for decoration, you ain’t tryna go catch headshots (You ain’t tryna catch no body)