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I just poured up a three (if you not Ballhog, then die)
Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me
My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV
I'm in ATL, doin' slimy shit in a SRT
Hotbox this car, yeah, we blowin' tree
All them calls from all these A&Rs, yeah, they wanna sign me
And I got some shit'll flip yo' car, this a ARP
Yeah, I'm 'Tec, I got the blueprint, who the fuck is Jay-Z?
Who the fuck?
Who the fuck think they want war?
I wake up and I put on Dior
I'm in Sak's, geeked up, bored
My pockets fat, just like Rod
These my clothes, I don't got no stylist
Heart attack, like really wild
Come get your bitch, this ho wildin'
Charge yo' sticks, then we vibin'
I done blew up quick, like damn, what about college?
I had to make this shit, happen, I ain't have no option
I'm a Ballhog, I don't pass it, twin gotta stock
Check my call log, I don't fuck with you, bitch, you blocked
I just dropped some 'tris in my pop
Where you goin'? Got you on lock
Shut the fuck up, I don't wanna talk
Brand-new car, I don't have to walk
I feel sick, I need some Wock'
Brand-new kicks, Chrome Heart socks
This bitch chips, this bitch chopped
Oh my God, look at 'Tec, he did his shit, yeah, he made it far
Play any game any chance you want, man, get it tomorrow
Going up strong, I'm makin' the shot, and these niggas foul
Givin' her dreams to win this ho, play her like guitar
Drop his ass, put him on the fuckin' floor, fell like James Harden
I got diamonds on my teeth, I just poured up a three
Just pulled up to the function with a Backwood and me
My twin always clutchin', play, we put you on TV