@ Heart

Yeah, call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let's fix it (yeah)

I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches

I still love you, 'kay, I got you in my prayers and wishes

And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready

And I don't know if I can trust you

Gotta hold me steady, oh yeah, gotta hold me steady (uh-huh)

Gotta make sure I'm not fine, yeah

I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, like ho, I'm high

I said I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on it

Yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call

I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw it

All these racks stuffed in the brinks truck, we bring 'em, yeah, we haul 'em

I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all 'em

Where you at? Call my phone, push up on me

Boy, I hate these niggas, they so lame, yeah, they so phony

I can't hang with no pig-ass niggas, they behind me

I just kill in the spot, drip designer on me

I know you see me, I know you see it (yeah)

Broke, I don't wanna be that

Nosy-ass nigga wanna know where I be at

Nigga wanna know where I eat at

You wanna know where I sleep at

Get ran ass nigga turn relay

Put the beats on that nigga like BNYX

With a rich ass ho, let's have rich sex

I'm on DND, that's why I miss texts

My crazy ass twin got Kel-Tecs

Like why would I quit? I ain't fail yet

Like why would I quit? I ain't die yet

Been told these niggas it's my year

We full court pressin' the rick, we full court pressin' these pussies

ARP, it's chrome and it's quick

And that bitch don't give a fuck 'bout no bully

Designer cardigan, my fuckin' whip

Shoot the cart like a Turk, I'm in love with this lean

Left hand on my cut, right hand on her gut

We tryna push up, okay, is you ready?

The gasses from Canada, this shit got me dead-y

And I'm tryna fuck in this ho if she let me

But these niggas can never love me, 'cause I'm too fly

'Cause I'm too high, 'cause I'm too rich

And I'm Ball Hog, yeah, I promise that I'm gon' die by that shit

And I was gon' get a word with you, must had not wanted that shit

I be saying that I hate them, swear to God, I love these bitches

Call my phone, call my phone, call my phone, let's fix it (yeah)

I don't ever wanna go through this again, man, I hate these bitches

I still love you, 'kay, I got you in my prayers and wishes

And I won't bug you, okay, yeah, just let me know when you ready

And I don't know if I can trust you

Gotta hold me steady, oh yeah, gotta hold me steady (uh-huh)

Gotta make sure I'm not fine, yeah

I don't even know 'bout you, but you ask me, like ho, I'm high

I said I hate these drugs so much, but I'm always on it

Yeah, I love my plug so much, I get happy when I call

I knew that boy would switch up exactly when I saw it

All these racks stuffed in the brinks truck, we bring 'em, yeah, we haul 'em

I'm a Ball Hog at heart, I see that shit, yeah, I need all 'em