Ballan Chill - Soulja Slim

Hmm.

Get a meal ticket and ball

Shitttt… hustlin' though

Ball and chill I know how the game go

But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though

Too much hatin' and I can’t do my thang, do my thang

I got 3 more half a birds to slang, birds to slang

It’s like this year the first drought season this year

Crackheads can’t find no good cook so they rehabbin' and drinkin' beer

It’s around election time, so it’s slow — no drug traffickin'

Connects scared to move weight and hustlers don’t score 'cause niggas taxin'

30 for a bird, 17 for a half a bird

I got o-z's for a g, holla at me and you’ll get served

Proper I got it powdered and I got it rocked up

Let me know when you comin' 'cause I’m gon' have my 40 Glock up

For protection, I’m beefin' with some niggas from my own section

Hatin' situation, heard I got a killer connection

Shit has to be flexin' too much in my '99 Yukon

Gave it away, bought me a 600 Benz and a Lexus two tone

GS400, snatchin' niggas and shit — I done it

So I’ma be up on mines, I got that feelin' you comin'

You think I’ma stop my shine 'cause you niggas hatin' on mine?

Coward niggas do that, I’m real — respect my mind

I got all my workers runnin', sellin' the ???

20's for slabs

Fire beige coke in the 6th street court and on the ave

Shit so dry Tonto and Wop ain’t even got nothin'

Them niggas usually have somethin' when it’s a drought season — ass out season

So me and my souljas we got the projects sewed up

Make it fire when it’s uncut with a lil' soda

Solid ass boulder, that’s what you get

I done double doubled my money off this one half a brick — quick

Ball and chill I know how the game go

But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though

Too much hatin' and I can’t do my thang, do my thang

I got 2 more half a birds to slang, birds to slang

I’ll sell ya 25 grams for 6 if you want it, it’s well got

Don’t play no games 'cause I’m a little shell shocked

Make me think you try’na do me somethin' askin' me to throw you somethin'

You know we gon' fall out 'cause you on that dope and you gon' owe me somethin'

You used to ball back in the ???

now you don’t got shit

Remember, I was on that dope but I came to my senses quick

And I came up quick, I got niggas and bitches sick

Prayin' for me to fall… damn… can I ball?

I ain’t never hated on y’all, ya under me so you feel small

That’s down bad ???

went at y’all head and it sound bad

I still got the potential to kill, don’t think this rap shit changed me

Can’t nothin' stop my trigger finger when it become angry

Niggas asked me to sell them a quarter bird, I’m debating on that

I fucked his ol' lady and she told me he said I was soulja hatin' for that

Ain’t that cold how niggas sit around and talk to their hoes

'Bout my coke and I don’t wanna sell them nothin' whole

It’s a drought, 'nuff money to be made in the South

So fuck what you, you, and you talkin' 'bout

No doubt, if y’all want beef we can beef

I got some artillery to shake the motherfuckin' streets

Matter fact I ain’t taxin' niggas like I’m supposed to be

Should be charging you bitches seven-five for a quarter ki

You wanna hate?

Alright I’ma sell that motherfucker for 8

Meet me in the project after the second line and don’t be late

He and their podna want that four and a half tell 'em I want 35

If he get it or don’t get it, coke sell itself, y’all can ride

Ball and chill I know how the game go

But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though

Too much hatin' and I can’t do my thang, do my thang

I got 1 more half a bird to slang, bird to slang

I got 1 more half a thing left, I’m thinkin' 'bout making powder bags and

flippin' dimes

Make rock heads swear to God it’s Christmas time

Wouldn’t give a fuck if you had nine ninety-nine, I want 10 off top

When you come again with one more cent I’ma serve you this rock

???

to be taking shorts

I might take a few off the powder bags, I know how it be when I used to snort

Feds done popped some nigga on the old side by LaSalle

Lil' ???

told me he not solid, he might tell

Fuck 'em, off with his head, y’all know how we play it

Bust his dome, slit his neck, make sure that he dead

I’m spookin' but I ain’t scared, I heard the feds in town

My nigga Giggity told me they asked about me when they shut his shop down

That’s my round, he roam where I roam through the gunsmoke town

Say word he took life and 20 without making a sound

I’m feelin' kinda comfortable now but I still got shit organized

After this thing gone I’ma back out the game, my ???

stay the same but I’ma be

wise and.

Ball and chill I know how the game go

But I’m out here hustlin' tryin' stack my change though

Too much hatin' and I couldn’t do my thang, do my thang

So I backed out the fuckin' game, the fuckin' game!