Firearm Lyrics

I know everything about you
(Fuck you ovaani)
(If you not Ball Hog, then die)

Got racks on the way, yeah, I got packs on the way, yeah
I don't fuck with nobody, they say I'm a snake, yeah
But I love my Ball Hog brothers, they my fucking day ones
Remember I was stacking them quarters up, tryna hit the payphone
Keep pouring up Tris in my double cup like I don't wanna live long
Niggas really think I’ma leave it, you better watch this firearm

Everybody hit that hoe, why they tripping? That bitch going
I've been on the plane so much, I really need to go back home
Ball Hog baby for life, you should know that it's in my bones
Ball Hog baby for life, you should know that it's in my bones
I'm going up, I got to watch, I know they jealous
Momma don't like who I hang out with
She think my mans felons
I wake up, get high all day, I swear it feel like heaven
I keep moving when I walk in the room, I feel like Eleven
I hate life when I'm not with you, it feel like Armageddon
I need crack, I need crack, on the intersection
Goyard cash, make it back, Ball Hog baby not stressin'
(If you not Ball Hog, then die)

Got racks on the way, yeah, I got packs on the way, yeah
I don't fuck with nobody, they say I'm a snake, yeah
But I love my Ball Hog brothers, they my fucking day ones
Remember I was stacking them quarters up
Tryna hit the payphone
Keep pouring up Tris in my double cup like I don't wanna live long
Niggas really think I’ma leave it, you better watch this firearm