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Baby Ghost Mi - Powerball Lyrics

[Intro]
(Nito, what up, my nigga?)

[Verse 1]
She gon' fuck me anyway, I ain't gotta show her my face
I already know her friend gon' fuck bro, I ain't gotta show her tag
I ain't gotta show her the watch, I ain't gotta show her no pape'
Put the glizzy in his face, I ain't gotta cut on the beam
I don't need no help, bitch, I'll carry the whole team
I ain't stingy, bro wanna kill him, I'ma let him do his thing
She wanna fuck bro, I ain't tender, I'ma let her, what you mean?
Wock' pints, Tris pints, you a turtle, you drink green
Shifters in the 'Wood, bitch, you would never smell a seed
I ain't lyin', if you do, you can kill me, wallahi
Opp pack in the 'Wood, this shit punchin' like Ali
Them niggas better leave bro alone, on God, he just beat two bodies
If that was me instead of bro, on God, I would've dropped you
Hop out, hit a nigga head, that's how you get it poppin'
Bitch, every nigga with me slimed a nigga out
That nigga a ho, we pulled up on his block, he ran in the house
Free Da Yung OG, I'ma keep sayin' it 'til that nigga out
You say fuck Da Yung OG, you gon' get shot in your mouth
Yeah, bitch, we gon' run in your house
Everybody keep tellin' me I'm next, but I want it now
Get her titties done, she make me mad, I'ma take 'em out
Fuck them niggas, they ain't ridin' for Tay, we gon' take 'em out
He say he got some bricks in his house, we gon' take 'em out
I heard he got a brick on his head, I'ma take the 9
Run up on his ass and get to shootin', bro ain't got no mind
Fuck a bitch for three hours straight, she ain't got no spine
Oh, you ain't got no heat? Lil' bro, it's good, you can take mine
I ain't scared of nothin', bitch, everybody got a time
Security check our pockets at the door, everybody got a dime
This a Glock .380, but on bro, this bitch can take .9s
[Interlude]
This a Glock .380, but on bro, this bitch can take— yeah
Bitch, this a Gen5
Glock 19 with the grip, this a Gen5
Glock 19 with the switch, this a— damn

[Verse 2]
Bitch, this a Gen5
If I woulda shot that party up, everybody would've died
Oh, you ain't got no bitch? Lil' bro, here, you can have mine
How you want smoke with me and Tay, but you ain't got a dime?
How you wanna learn how to shoot a K, but you ain't shot a 9?
I'm tired of these niggas and they moissanite watches and they moissanite chains
She gon' suck it through the drawers, I ain't gotta wear no chain, I ain't gotta tell her my name
Bitch, you gon' die, you say fuck lil' gang
Last nigga said fuck bro got his ass banged
Naw, bro, I ain't slam him, bitch
I got an old Glock that's kinda rusty, but it's still a switch
I heard you got a body, but it's old, so you still a bitch
On God, she got a body, but she old, but I still'll hit
Fell off a couple times, but that's old, now I'm real rich
I heard when he got shot, you left your bro, you a real bitch
I heard when you got locked, you told, you a real snitch
Damn, you a lil' mouse
Catch a nigga comin' out his house, leave him on his porch
On God, these niggas finished, Tay, hand me the fork
I got the city burnin' up, I'm a fuckin' torch
She wear glasses, ass fat as hell, she a fuckin' dork
These niggas 12, they be tellin', I don't fuck with pork
High as hell on some Perc' 10s, I ain't goin' to court