Lyrics
Still waiting for a big smile out of you
You're up 2-0, what's the story?
Are you not happy? Or, you're only half-happy or?
What's there to be happy about?
You're up 2-0
The jobs not finished, jobs finished?
I got 50 in the drum, you bitches better run (brrah!)
Two stepping with a gun (yeah), I do this shit for fun (uh-huh)
I ain't gotta say it to 'em, you know where I'm from (south side)
That Southern side of Cali, it's fuck them other bums (yeah)
I got Gucci on my face (yeah), a pistol in my waist (uh-huh)
Baby want a taste, I can put it in her face (your face)
The homie caught a case, he ain't gon' say a thing (never)
We don't do no tellin' homie, all we do is bang
It's money over bitches when I'm throwing up some bands (yeah)
He gon' catch a bullet, we ain't throwing any hands (boom)
Don't be talking foolish, when you posting on the 'gram
Caught him at a light, tell me why your homie ran? (Haha)
I thought he was a killer, now help me understand (yeah)
He dropped 40 bands, all we did was laugh (haha)
You don't really want it, lil' homie you a fan
Showing us some cash don't erase that you a rat
Hear they callin', they callin' (yeah), the streets is callin' for me
Bitch, I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like I'm Kobe (uh-huh)
Say they comin', they comin' (yeah), they say they comin' for me
Bitch, I'm gunnin', I'm gunnin', I keep a .40 on me
Say they callin', they callin', the streets is callin' for me (yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like I'm Kobe (uh-huh)
Say they comin', they comin', they say they comin' for me (yeah)
Bitch, I'm gunnin', I'm gunnin', I keep the .40 on me
Shout-out to the primo, he choppin' up them kilos
We was doing bad when they had us up in Chino (yeah)
It was back to back, shooting at the enemigos (brrah!)
Yellow tape the block, squeezing on a Desert Eagle (boom)
Customize the watch, just to show off to the opps (uh-huh)
Foreigns on the block, just to show off to the cops (yeah)
She gon' give me top, all I gotta do is drop
I've been going hard since they left me out the yard (yeah)
Why he acting hard? We all know that he a fraud (stupid)
Bullies on the yard, with a European car (skrrt)
We gon' buy the bar, we gon' drink until tomorrow (yeah)
All I do is hustle, little mama I'm a boss (yeah)
Bitch, you goin' far if we let you in the car
You ain't got a job, we gon' leave you for tomorrow (bitch)
We celebrate the wins to forget about the loss (yeah)
It's RIP my dogs, that was with me from the start
Hear they callin', they callin', the streets is callin' for me
Bitch, I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin' like I'm Kobe
Say they comin', they comin', they say they comin' for me
Bitch, I'm gunnin', I'm gunnin', I keep the .40 on me
Say they callin', they callin'
Writer(s): Angel Reyes
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