[Hook: x2]

We balling, screens falling

We crawling, shot calling



[Lil' Head:]

Everytime I hit the block, I convert my top

In J8 with Palamene, on Bravin's with dots

Bitches flock, just like they flies on shit

Lil' Head I been legit, and plus my screens stay lit

Now picture this, everywhere it seems that I go

Niggaz mad and kinda jealous, cause I'm taking they hoe

Face the fact that I'm a hustler, plus I got mo' do'

Than Cover recieved signing, for his first year pro

I know, these bitches out here loving the name

I'm quick to fuck they head up, like they tooting the caine

I'm choking and Gucci loc'ing, while I'm gripping the grain

What I'm puffing on fool, shit pounds of the Jane

From Austin Texas San Anton', I'ma floss my chrome

U-turn through Rosewood, back through Acres Home

Backdo' to Southwest, to bout Cobblestone

Fuck the laws I'm looking good, plus I'm in my zone I'm on chrome



[Hook x2]



[Lil' Head:]

I said I'm balling baby, twenty twen-twen's begin to spin

When I'm crawling baby, tipping slow stopping traffic

Cause I'm stalling baby, my screens fall a lot

Invisible in my mouth, I got all the rocks

I'm looking hot, hotter than that Iceberg Slim

I got another glass set, I'm bout to crack the rim

I'ma swang on these 'Vards, and bang on these boys

Balling out of control, and maintain on these boys

See around here, we ride 4's or 3's

I hustle and selling drank, strack bottles of cheese

Head rest with TV's, keep the vision on clear

A-4's on stretched Seville, yeah that's slab of the year

I ain't riding dick, but that's hood affiliated

Even though I'm hated by many, my skills they can't fade it

Where I'm from, I'ma state it represent the Dirty Dirty

If it ain't Jag or slab, it's Benz 4-30 huh



[Hook x2]



[Lil' Head:]

I say the Southside, that's the only set I claim

Screw tapes up in the deck, that's the only thing I bang

Lil' Head's about his change, cause I'm top of the line

Quick to bust a nigga ass, at the drop of a dime

See my niggaz, known for big balling and shit

Cause my niggaz, known for shot calling and shit

And my niggaz, known to spit game at your bitch

And quick to blow a couple thee's, like it ain't bout shit

See I plan to see my fantasy, balling on yachts

Throw a party for the hood, invite the whole block

Get served by top notch, hoes walking around

And the ones that's steady hating, they gon wanna know how

Did I get it, the fame the change and all that

I don't believe in driving fast, I creep and crawl Lac

My money in tall stacks, that's only way accepted

Anything less than fifty, the money is for neglected nigga



[Hook x2]