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Rx Papi - Sorry I Been Ballin Lyrics

[Intro]
(That's risky)
It's the dog

[Verse]
Shit get to rollin', better get for cover, on Percs, I'm seein' double
I hang with gravediggers, you come around this bitch, you don't see nothn' but shovels
Papi in the kitchen, bust a sweat, more white than Elvis Presley
I don't know what I know, but all I know is I don't talk to detectives
Pull up S600, I bounce out trim as shit, that bitch gon' fuck me
Ain't shit change, Papi the same, bitch, I just got some money
Thigh pads on me, bitch, all my A's got the pocket bustin'
Tap Pint once, that's that, it ain't gon' be no discussion
Heard boy fight gooder than a bitch, I wanna see you box a button
Short fuse, I'll go right in your shit, 'cause, bitch, I'm not for nothin'
Heard he said my name in the diss, I'm busy somеwhere thumbin'
Hundreds, hundrеds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds
Parked the car at the corner store, left the engine runnin'
She suck my dick all night and I still ain't get her nothin'
I'll walk in Dandy's, drop your deal, they say, "Papi buggin'"
Sippin' on that double cup muddy, I got too much money
Broke nigga, get the fuck from me, SRT hummin'
Big-ass truck growlin' down the street, look like a bus comin'
I was a young nigga chasin' that cash, you was tryna fuck somethin'
For that bag, niggas pull up fast, then we flush somethin'
I could hit the road for sixty days and get a rapid kit
Papi ain't no rap nigga, don't try me on no rapping shit
I jump out the wheel, I'm clutchin' steel, I'm tryna clap some shit
Nigga, this ain't no drill, this shit real, we'll whack a bitch
Brodie kind off ill with the spill, real accurate
Ten milli' hit a nigga face, make him backwards flip
I like to scream, "Free lil'' Toviio," when I crack the Tris
You know I'm gon' catch it on film when I crack your bitch
'Miris and some Ricks, I'm comin' trim, I don't do that fashion shit
Papi pull up in that big vroom car, fast as shit
They know how I rock and how I roll, so don't ask me shit
Roll up out the pound, back to back, so don't pass me shit
Amiri-ed the fuck down, smell like a pound, they like, "Yeah, that's him"
Neck look like Christmas Eve and he got a flashy wrist
Your ho a cool six, I don't know who the hell gassed the bitch
Papi like a get-money ho and a nasty bitch
I'ma pop my shit no matter what, that's why these niggas hate it
I could walk in Dandies when I want it, drop a cool eighty
Twenty-four come out the thirty on this bitch like it's two Bradys
Bro say I'm losing my mind, I'm goin' Louis shoe crazy
Papi pulled up in the latest, pulled up rockin' outdated
No, I'm not the one to play with, she hit the work, say, "Goodness gracious"
In the kitchen goin' crazy, baby, I've been cookin' lately
'Fore you see me burn it, I'ma turn it, I ain't even gotta scrape it
Sorry, I've been ballin' on you, jumped out another foreign on you
They ain't put a warning on you 'fore they went to scoring on you
I'm sorry, I've been shittin' on you, sorry, I've been spending money
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds
Sorry, I've been ballin' on you
Sorry, I've been— Sorry, I've been ballin' on you
Hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds
Sorry, I've been ballin' on you