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[Intro]
I’m always gon’ be B.A.L
Fuckin’ Trippy, I’m a Twin
My Fuckin’ Brain is Purple
Young nigga Straight Flessin’
Gang Shit
[Verse]
Damn it’s late night, where’s the pussy
It’s been so long, I hope niggas don’t push me
I want a tipper don’t prefer no rookie
Might fuck around treat that pussy like a cookie
Rollin’ wit plenty
Super soakers filled wit henny
We shootin’ ya bitch til we empty
Me I’m a semi –
Automatic neck she give me
Her friend on the side screaming „gimmie”
Give it and go
Pipe it and then hit the road
Like a plumber to shit on a show
Sippin on moe
Purple Brain Gang rollin’ dro
And the Trippy Twins pourin up 4
Light up that dank
Damn that shits loud and it stinks
Like a skunk gettin’ stomped til it faints
Headed to the bank and I’m fucking rolling tank
We about to spend it all on the high for the night
ATM throwing 20s like an auctioneer
400 a shoe think the cost of some pairs
30 a gram, that’s the cost to my peers
Walk in, give up chairs
Kuz a boss is in here
B.A.L bitch, we been ballin’ for years
Ahead of our time, like our hats and our gear
Slowed down the singing, I rap it ain’t fair
Sonny said you no shotta so now me no care
Back at it, hooked I’m track addict
You don’t need a hook to make the track happen
Never whack, I dump nigga that’s trashin’
Slept on me was a bad action
Think we were ever worried got it ass backwards
Ya favorite rappers is my sons I gave em dad’s passion
L gang givin’ Ls, nigga that’s matchin’
Straight body bag, now that’s rappin’
And I trap wit the best
From my 9 to 5 to the block I’m wit vets
They timin’ a clock
But why not kuz we’re next
Dog we got shit lock like our jobs walkin’ pets
Yes
Opinion – we’re the best
B.A.L young mother fuckers throwin’ sets
Beatin’ up the booth
Light reps
Weight up, straight up
Young Nigga
Straight Flessin’
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