(*talking*)

Young Chris, worldwide

What we doing Ro


[Hook: Z-Ro]

Balling, when you see us in them streets

We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking sweets

Shot calling, making paper till we die

U-Hauling, with them chickens that don't fly


[Young Chris]

Pull up in the low-low, everything slow-mo

The Lex the four do', Perellis the low crow

If you on nineteens, you need mo' and that's for real

Diamond in the back, bumper kits and fifth wheel

When I flip it's a thrill, I give eye by sheers

Watching out for my paint, cause five coats gon spill

I sprayed wetter than wetter, from South Coast up to San McGregor

4's poking trunk open, showing chinese leathers

From a friend to a pen, standing next to Lick Land

I be damned if I'm slipping, I got that hot shit in my hand

Jealous fellas gon knock us, certified show stoppers

And most boppers they gon bop us, when we pull up on choppas

I'm screened up tinted mayn, watch me slide fo' lanes

And I'ma swing and swang, and let the back end hang

And I still like a tame, young playas we doing thangs

Just like Z-Ro saying, nigga balling mayn


[Hook: Z-Ro]


[Z-Ro]

When I ball, it be like twenty G's up in my pocket

When I ball anything I want, I'm able to cop it

Cause when I ball it's to the point, to where they think that we broke

But I still be popping up on the scene, on a new set of spokes

Cause I'm a real ass nigga, in the field ass nigga

Eagle talons and hollows, up in my steel ass nigga

S.U.C. for life I love it, wouldn't trade it for nothing

Creeping and crawling on swangas, or might be blades with buttons

Gucci from head to toe, I'm looking sharp enough to cut ya

Gangsta strutting on hatas, cause ain't no love for bustas

Roll with us or get rolled over, we gon show you how it go

Young Chris done hooked up with the partna, from Ridgemont 4

And it's gravy that's how we ball, on cutters that's how we crawl

And never ever ever ever, that's how we fall

Check my track record baby, I've been balling a while

Diamonds all on my pinky and neck, all in my smile


[Hook: Z-Ro]


[Young Chris]

When I ball if you don't like me, it's fa sho you gon knock it

And when the diamonds get to shining, shit I know you gon want it

Z-Ro and Young Chris, we ain't balling baby

Check the track record nigga, we been balling lately

Coming down on a daily baby, thought we was broke

Followed behind that Z-Ro, and bo'poking on spokes

Now you can still knock us, dick riders they still jock us

Ain't a damn thang changed, switching lanes on choppas

We dub riders, your ordinary Southsiders

We balling for real, Southsive and that's for live

Today is the day we ball, the next time balling out of control

Crawling 4's up on the scene, valet falling up out the do'

Driving reckless through Texas, I shine from my wrist and necklace

It's Chris the youngest one, I'm well protected

We be balling daily, never falling baby

Check the incoming calls, boppers calling baby


[Hook: Z-Ro]