Siah - Ballpark Lyrics

The prettier that bitch eyes, the more she 'a lie, so ion't believe not shit she say
Your bitch probably choose the brokest one of my niggas, she won't 'een get close to the bank
I'm thinkin' bout movin' my operation down to Knox I know my city 'a miss me,
But that bitch lied like one two many them times,
She ruined the rest of you bitches
Notice the bitches 'a come round when you get the bread, it's the root of all evil
I'm breakin' bread with my people,
All my niggas eatin'
Ya can't feed ya fam we ain't equal
The label tryn' scam me for Django, load up the Draco,
Fly to LA we 'a make em' rethink it
These niggas talkin' that shit onna' beat, but we catch n' we Mike Jack beat 'em
We catch that boy 'n we knockout sleep 'em
Go four for four on his block, that's a sweep on 'em
They betta watch out for Jgo!
Except for these fake hoes, everybody else just asleep on 'em
Pour a four up in a Faygo to start off my day ho,
My main bitch mad fell asleep on her
I got the same bitch used to be up in that trailer park, now she be rockin' Vancleef on her
Gotta pay me ya life for the (feat) homme
Make that bitch take off his watch for the feature
Scotty had told me they out here takin' these niggas souls,
So I watch out for divas
My niggas stuntin' man we don't need no stunt man,
We got choppas like Evel Kneivel
Brudda'man shoot like Curry with the sleeve on 'em,
9 millimeter flurry put ya deep homie
That nigga say a word we rolling deep on 'em
We leavin' niggas hurtin like they play for the Chiefs
Pussy don't try to play eager,
Cuz this Desert Eagle 'a leave ya asleep,
These niggas hatin on me,
But they blastin my songs on the speakers n' movin' they feet?
Got ya bitch waitin' on me,
When I pull up she strip me and ride on my shit to the beat
Ya bitch tryna ride the rod,
But she gon' get struck by the lightning
I got way too many whores,
Like two for each door in my crib,
Don't no hoe excite me
I'm leaving bitches on the floor,
They lose they breath when I step, I think they like me
And she been tryin' for some months,
So imma' just do her I'm treatin' these hoes like Nike's
Treating these hoes like Phil Knight,
I got the bitch slavin' away
You don't know nothin' bout what money feel like,
I'm pushin' the paper maché
These niggas spamming my stories 'n reels with likes,
I'm startin' to think niggas' gay
I had to cut off some ties to go live this life, my main bitch said I'm fake
Main bitch said I switched,
She must be trippin' off all that Ozempic
And y'all niggas get no money 'n f*ck no bitches,
It's really a brokedemic
Too many 'a these hoes love me I can't choose one bitch,
I ain't tryn hurt yo feelings
And she got my name on the tip of her tongue,
She screamin' it out when I put mine in it
She got my name on the tip of her tongue,
She screamin' it out when I put mine in it