Bally Sneaks Lyrics by Big Yavo
Let that shit ride tav
Yavo (this shit boomin)
The largest pull off pussy he ain’t getting nothing back that let’s go
All of my diamond be clarity that aint my hoe she don’t call me your majesty owe me some better not run off ima tackle it it was 7 o’clock got 8 up on the balcony Trish in my cup this shit dark like a athlete I was broke but now I live lavishly slamming these PS just like Bobby lashly I might catch me a play in some Bally sneaks
my homeboy sell girl like Natalie come get you a lunch box I’m serving these sandwiches time she leave she do it dramatically country boy she like my accent if the dope real good ima swag it up he ain’t gone tell cause I threw some extra on my best friend my Glock I’m always next to homie face tatted up ima just post Malone him my lil baby she boojie she shopping at Publix my clip out in public my Glock I can’t take it my chain better not touch it if you do shit get ugly I promise I ain’t lying trust it shawty said she ain’t going she lying she fucking yeah you did fuck no one of mine I ain’t touching ya my weed been working out my shit musty pow pow this shit bucking and I can’t lie they spint but they ain’t hit nothing I told my lawyer I ain’t thuggin I’m tryna get a bucket in other words I’m tryna run up the score money long but I hustle just like I’m broke say I ain’t got a Billy I can’t lay up bitch big broke I’m tryna get me mo I’m serving fishes just like nemo n**** play ima shut this bitch off Cleo thank you deebo bitch I ain’t Craig I’m clapping my daddy would’ve told me to wack em I ain’t putting shit down get hit with this ratchet tell yo ass now before the Shit even happen designer my fabric who the fuck tussle wide body my vehicle this shit got some muscle this choppa here lift let it burn like usher 2 big citchs sit them on top of each other you ain’t tryna get rich then you can’t stand next to me she said she on her way home told her ass you better be if he told you I’m pussy he scared of me I call the choppa he a crip clip got the letter c if you broke better not chase her let it b rapping trapping pimping my specialty’s I got a hoe do whatever I tell her too rich 20s blue hundreds riding in a yella she like yay you phenomenal I’m the shit like a plumper ice on my neck my break the thermometer bitch got head like dun dun dun want ice hold my left arm I told her to slow down she just kept doing my phone ring like a wrestler real za hit the shit make your chest hurt shawty head got straight like a ref shirt
All of my diamond be clarity that ain’t my hoe she don’t call me your majesty owe me some better not run off ima tackle it it was 7 o’clock got 8 up on the balcony Trish in my cup this shit dark like a athlete I was broke but now I live lavishly slamming these PS just like Bobby lashly I might catch me a play in some Bally sneaks