Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
I'ma run up in a youngin home, hit his ass up with the chrome, leave him dead on the floor
I don't give a motherf*ck about none but the hatchet
Got a passion for them guns and the coke
And if he get a bright idea to f*ck around with The Raven, The Raven will turn him to a ghost
You messin' with the right one youngin
Fantasize 'bout the smoke, I be itchin' to take a soul
Man I been doin' this shit, ain't new to it
These youngins fu-fu, got guns but ain't usin' 'em
F*ck do they do with 'em?
Posin' for pictures, fa sho they ain't shootin' 'em
Who the f*ck is you foolin'?
I got youngins that's boolin' and some that be coolin'
To them, I'm salutin'
They kickin' them doors in, two two threes what they totin'
And yo house what they lootin'
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Bird Gang till the world blow
Get hit with a blade and a bird bone
F*ck waitin', I'ma throw the first blow
Then I stomp his ass out, make it hurt mo
See I ain't keen for the chit chat
You gettin' too close, better get back
40 on me, I'ma lift that up to his chin then I split that
Bet he spit back
Now his blood sprayin' like a sprinkler
She ain't text back 'cause I was mean to her
Man I love talkin' bad to lingerers, take this dub sack and get to leavin' sir
And if she don't suck dick then I'm leavin' her
Shit I'ma f*ck up the cunt till my penis hurt
I do not know the next time I'll be seein' her
Say that she love me but I ain't believin' her
Raven - SPEEDBALLIN (feat. BEETLE) Lyrics
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Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
I'ma run up in a youngin home, hit his ass up with the chrome, leave him dead on the floor
I don't give a motherf*ck about none but the hatchet
Got a passion for them guns and the coke
And if he get a bright idea to f*ck around with The Raven, The Raven will turn him to a ghost
You messin' with the right one youngin
Fantasize 'bout the smoke, I be itchin' to take a soul
Man I been doin' this shit, ain't new to it
These youngins fu-fu, got guns but ain't usin' 'em
F*ck do they do with 'em?
Posin' for pictures, fa sho they ain't shootin' 'em
Who the f*ck is you foolin'?
I got youngins that's boolin' and some that be coolin'
To them, I'm salutin'
They kickin' them doors in, two two threes what they totin'
And yo house what they lootin'
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Bird Gang till the world blow
Get hit with a blade and a bird bone
F*ck waitin', I'ma throw the first blow
Then I stomp his ass out, make it hurt mo
See I ain't keen for the chit chat
You gettin' too close, better get back
40 on me, I'ma lift that up to his chin then I split that
Bet he spit back
Now his blood sprayin' like a sprinkler
She ain't text back 'cause I was mean to her
Man I love talkin' bad to lingerers, take this dub sack and get to leavin' sir
And if she don't suck dick then I'm leavin' her
Shit I'ma f*ck up the cunt till my penis hurt
I do not know the next time I'll be seein' her
Say that she love me but I ain't believin' her
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
I'ma run up in a youngin home, hit his ass up with the chrome, leave him dead on the floor
I don't give a motherf*ck about none but the hatchet
Got a passion for them guns and the coke
And if he get a bright idea to f*ck around with The Raven, The Raven will turn him to a ghost
You messin' with the right one youngin
Fantasize 'bout the smoke, I be itchin' to take a soul
Man I been doin' this shit, ain't new to it
These youngins fu-fu, got guns but ain't usin' 'em
F*ck do they do with 'em?
Posin' for pictures, fa sho they ain't shootin' 'em
Who the f*ck is you foolin'?
I got youngins that's boolin' and some that be coolin'
To them, I'm salutin'
They kickin' them doors in, two two threes what they totin'
And yo house what they lootin'
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Boy I'm speed ballin', sprayin' Faygo
My youngins spinnin', hit yo block with a tornado
And I'm free ballin', let 'em hang low
My bitch so bad, she lookin' similar to J Lo
Bird Gang till the world blow
Get hit with a blade and a bird bone
F*ck waitin', I'ma throw the first blow
Then I stomp his ass out, make it hurt mo
See I ain't keen for the chit chat
You gettin' too close, better get back
40 on me, I'ma lift that up to his chin then I split that
Bet he spit back
Now his blood sprayin' like a sprinkler
She ain't text back 'cause I was mean to her
Man I love talkin' bad to lingerers, take this dub sack and get to leavin' sir
And if she don't suck dick then I'm leavin' her
Shit I'ma f*ck up the cunt till my penis hurt
I do not know the next time I'll be seein' her
Say that she love me but I ain't believin' her
Writer: Sam Jernigan
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