Woodboy Gee - Back to Ballin Lyrics

I'm on that gang shit you heard me

[CHORUS]
Yeah, Bitch I'm back to ballin
Might open up my trap they done got back to callin
Back to tricking, might go and bust my wrist this bitch like half a chicken
F*ck a dinner, bitch, I'm the type a nigga that'll take that half a million

Skeet up in her, already know she fixed so she can have my children
Mansion comin with two-three kitchens little bro in here water whippin
Shit you niggas be doing be fishy
I won't serve you if you iffy
I don't wanna talk too much inside my music because they might come and get
Me
She don't like f*cking at the house, so we have sex in the city

[VERSE]
Cut off my social media, I'm in trapper mode
I ain't leaving the city until I get my f*cking package gone

She like getting on FaceTime but I be calling off my trapper phone
21 racks I made today
F*ck nigga I just went savage mode
Bitch I'm back to ballin, back to cappin, back to schemin, back to clappin
I touched them niggas when I recorded
They be jockin the way I rap it

Sell me 100 plates just off my face they likin the way I bag it
I was sitting back in that cut 2023 now I'm letting you pussies have it
I was on the hot boys trying to get me a brick just like Beatrice
21k one play I made that count then put 10 in my mattress

I don't believe in luck, I bought me a ticket and I ain't even scratch it
I like your vibe but I just can't take you home because you a ratchet
Bitch you out your mind if you ain't fixed I'm hitting you with a plastic
Them niggas gon' hate to see me win, they'd rather me in a casket

On Sunday morning I pay my ties and fill up every basket
I'm on IG scrolling through your pics trying to see which one the fattest
I seen them niggas try to steal my swag so I had to switch the flow up

I pour her a couple shots of brown and make that little bitch throw up

Them niggas been throwing dirt on my name but they don't even much know us
We got in two shootouts in my dream and my little nigga froze up
I was in the trap house serving clean them niggas like, "What's the hold up?"
Brodie in the back, he slicing meat, you can come through get you a cold cut

I don't like them skinny bitches at all, I like my lil bitch robust
I put on 1942, I keep my little bitch tore up

[CHORUS]
Bitch I'm back to ballin
Might open up my trap they done got back to callin
Back to tricking, might go and bust my wrist this bitch like half a chicken
F*ck a dinner, bitch, I'm the type a nigga that'll take that half a million

Skeet up in her, already know she fixed so she can have my children
Mansion comin with two-three kitchens little bro in here water whippin
Shit you niggas be doing be fishy
I won't serve you if you iffy
I don't wanna talk too much inside my music because they might come and get
Me
She don't like f*cking at the house, so we have sex in the city