Lyric: Ball Like I'm Kawhi In Milwaukee by Dom Corleo
Ball Like I'm Kawhi In Milwaukee
Dom Corleo
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[Intro]
(Guapo, slime 'em)
(Go, woah, ayy)
(Ayy, yeah, ayy-ayy)
(Ayy, go)
[Verse]
I got hella bands in the coupe, I was just in that Mulsanne, ridin' insane
Bitch, give me that roof, shorty gon' lick it up, yeah, she givin' dumb brain
I can't believe that I evolved, my style, it started a motion
I get on the drink and then talk to the mic, everything with emotion
Feel like I'm really in my pri-i-ime
Baby, who the fuck is you? Not mine
I don't know why bitches love to lie
Me and the gang, we poppin' shit like it's Fourth of July
And I feel like Kawhi, way I step back
My shooters, they gon' shoot right at your head, like where his brains at?
All up on the fucking concrete
Leave you dead and flee the scene just like a fucking track meet
To the money, I'm stuck like glue
Told my bitch, I'm done with you
I fell in love with BOA so baby we fucking through
I fell in love with money, I sit back and thumb it through
She say, "How you do it?" Say I'm countin' hunnids, boo
Baby pull up, I'm in LA for the week
I'ma call up Bhristo, I'm like, "Say gang, what's the leak?"
Roll the windows down, we blowin' ZaZa, bitch, it stink
And baby I'm sippin' on Hi-Tech, I'm from planet pink
And I'm drivin' that AMG on the highway in the street
Bitch, get out the way, I ain't fucking around, this shit not cheap
We won't leave a trace, can't get no blood up on the seats
Mike Tyson on that pussy, I got blood all on the sheets
But baby, calm down, you can't get too loud
I think the feds tappin' my phone, they on my iCloud
I think this bitch gettin' too close, she actin' real wild
I cut her off, don't want you, bitch, I'm with your friend now
I wanna be talkin' all about the money, bitch, is we on the same thing?
I fuck with you genuinely but you with me for the fame thing
This choppa sing like Chief Keef how it go bang, bang
I'm sippin Akorn out the pint, still on the same thing
[Outro]
Bitch, what I'm sippin on?
What I'm sippin on?
Yeah, bitch, what I'm sippin on?
Bitch, um, uh
Bitch, tell me what I'm sippin on
Ha, yeah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, fasho
(Guapo, slime 'em)
(Go, woah, ayy)
(Ayy, yeah, ayy-ayy)
(Ayy, go)
[Verse]
I got hella bands in the coupe, I was just in that Mulsanne, ridin' insane
Bitch, give me that roof, shorty gon' lick it up, yeah, she givin' dumb brain
I can't believe that I evolved, my style, it started a motion
I get on the drink and then talk to the mic, everything with emotion
Feel like I'm really in my pri-i-ime
Baby, who the fuck is you? Not mine
I don't know why bitches love to lie
Me and the gang, we poppin' shit like it's Fourth of July
And I feel like Kawhi, way I step back
My shooters, they gon' shoot right at your head, like where his brains at?
All up on the fucking concrete
Leave you dead and flee the scene just like a fucking track meet
To the money, I'm stuck like glue
Told my bitch, I'm done with you
I fell in love with BOA so baby we fucking through
I fell in love with money, I sit back and thumb it through
She say, "How you do it?" Say I'm countin' hunnids, boo
Baby pull up, I'm in LA for the week
I'ma call up Bhristo, I'm like, "Say gang, what's the leak?"
Roll the windows down, we blowin' ZaZa, bitch, it stink
And baby I'm sippin' on Hi-Tech, I'm from planet pink
And I'm drivin' that AMG on the highway in the street
Bitch, get out the way, I ain't fucking around, this shit not cheap
We won't leave a trace, can't get no blood up on the seats
Mike Tyson on that pussy, I got blood all on the sheets
But baby, calm down, you can't get too loud
I think the feds tappin' my phone, they on my iCloud
I think this bitch gettin' too close, she actin' real wild
I cut her off, don't want you, bitch, I'm with your friend now
I wanna be talkin' all about the money, bitch, is we on the same thing?
I fuck with you genuinely but you with me for the fame thing
This choppa sing like Chief Keef how it go bang, bang
I'm sippin Akorn out the pint, still on the same thing
[Outro]
Bitch, what I'm sippin on?
What I'm sippin on?
Yeah, bitch, what I'm sippin on?
Bitch, um, uh
Bitch, tell me what I'm sippin on
Ha, yeah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, fasho
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