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Alo Bandz - Ballah Lyrics

[Intro: JoJo2faded]
Yeah, ballah
Yeah, ballah

[Verse 1: JoJo2faded]
Click-clack, two different straps like it's mixed-matched
I'm posted in the ghetto where yo homie got his shit snatched
Always gettin' funky, have to keep a blam on me
[?] servin' ounces to the OG
Niggas gettin' mad 'cause I'm puttin' in that pressure
In it just to win it, and I'm always with the extras
Playin' for the team, and im bringing home the cheddar
(Talkin' out yo fuckin' ass) Now yo block is getting wet up
Baby throwin' top and I barely even met her
I'm posted in the set, told the fed to throw the set up
Yo team full of rats, of course you niggas fed up
And my bitches with the shits, best believe yo ass is set up
[?] like you 'bout it, on my momma you a hater
Like grow a pair of nut's and run my mother fuckin' fade up
I'm straight up, they hate us 'cause we gettin' back to paper
And my team is stupid solid, ain't nobody that replace us
40 on me, and it's tucked by my waistline
Im fuckin' up her guts 'cause I know her nigga hate mine
Money callin', and I ain't pickin' up that FaceTime
I'm really with the smoke, give a fuck about yo gang sign
Got the space juice and the A2 twin
Duce duce steady aimin' at yo face dude
All this weight up on my shoulders, we could never fit the same shoe
And I bust for my brothers 'cause I know they'd do the same too
[Verse 2: Alo Bandz]
Bitch, ugh stay the fuck up out my business
Boy I put that on my momma, got no patience for you niggas
Get the fuck up out my DM's, send locations if you with it
How you talkin' hella gangsta, and ya (gang is full of bitches)? (huh?)
You ain't about it, you be hanging out with snitches
I'll do a nigga bitch, and leave them both up in they feelings
Alo Bandz, he really 'bout, ask about him he be trippin'
Talking hella crazy, talking shots but they don't send them
Hella bust down, bad bitch let me (fuck now)
All up in her end zone, nigga that's a touchdown
Fly nigga, so she finna let us gut now
Hop out with them big sticks, if it's funk bound
Fuck now, big chains really stunt now
Bad bitch, but she hella ratchet, hella run down
You ain't really with it, you a faggot put that (gun down)
Made a bitch choose, and I made her whip her funds out
She dont even like kids, and still put her tongue out
Gun smoke, hot shit, nigga hella gun sounds
Nigga getting robbed if he wanna bring the drugs out
Big bucks, chase a fucking bag like a dog hound ugh
Like my last song nigga all facts
Fuck you, and all yo niggas, all rats
Tell that bitch bring it back, nigga all stacks
Put you on a status rest in piss nigga all caps
Put that dick in her mouth, she don't talk back
If she fucking with the gang, then it's all bad
Heavy hitters on the team, and they all strapped
[?] wearing all black
Niggas wanna ride through like its gang [?]
Niggas really love to talk, boy dont say shit
Boy I'm finessing for that bag, I ain't pay shit
Niggas bangin' on the net, nigga bang this
I been chillin' with yo bruv, that's yo main bitch
Boy how they 'bout it if I never seen them spray shit?
Why they talking 'bout the gang up on some gay shit?
Hit him and his [?] fuck around and got his brain split
Turn it over, flip it over, that's a tray flip
Dracos, 40's, pussy nigga that's a tray6
Lane switch, hit, judge I gotta pay rent
Big [?] finna face this
All love for the homies, zero hate bitch
I been riding with gorillas going ape shit
Fuck all that, throwing 30 out the k
Bitch I'll catch a nigga fade, fuck around and break his face in
No cap pussy nigga get a face lift
How these niggas finna tell me that I ain't shit?
You ain't never fuck a bitch that you ain't kiss
Fuck her then I pass her to the bros let the gang hit ugh