Ball Hard Till I Fall Hard by Big Baller Bass Lyrics
Quick When I Hit Em
Sick When I Spit Em
Spit Bars Like Dirty Money
Bad But Still Illin
Got Your baby momma on my dick
Doing tricks Doing splits
Always Tell my boys
Hit Or Miss
I never miss (nah)
Hop in the party
Drinking Bacardi
Came to the Game with no fame
But now they gone remember my name
(Remember my name)
I stay in my lane
Rep triple Bs to my grave
(To my grave)
I stay in my lane
I never change
Paper Chasin
Money wasting'
I stay in my lane (x2)
I never change
Paper chasin
Money wasting
Quick when I hit em
Sick when I spit em
BALL HARD TILL WE MOTHER FUCKENING FALL HARD
Bitch
Eyes on me like I'm fucking famous
I stick with it
Grip baguettes
They gone hate on me for being different
Cause they never did it
Bust through anyone that try and block my lane
Hide emotions like a fucking murder weapon
We all got dead homies
It's only a matter of time death pays me a visit
Until then
It's some nice clothes
Bad hoes and everything exquisite
You with it ?
(I'm with it)
I'm with it
(I'm with it)
Make it rain
Make the money fall to the floor
I'm with it
FUCK...
SHIT...
BITCH
Came in the game
These lames used to laugh in my face
Make fun of my name
Now they can't even keep my name out they mouth
Keep running your mouth
We gone run in yo house
Oh shit, look how much things changed in a matter of months
Still the same kid
No lane switch
Still anti everybody
Fuck everybody
I am a dog
I am a mutt
I come from the runt
I do what I want
I am a dog
I am a mutt
I come from the runt
I do what I want
Came in the game these lames used to laugh in my face
Make fun of my name
Now they can't even keep my name out they mouth
Keep running yo mouth
We gone run in yo house
Oh shit, look how much things changed in a matter of months
Still the same kid
No lane switch
Still anti everybody
Cause fuck everybody
Sick When I Spit Em
Spit Bars Like Dirty Money
Bad But Still Illin
Got Your baby momma on my dick
Doing tricks Doing splits
Always Tell my boys
Hit Or Miss
I never miss (nah)
Hop in the party
Drinking Bacardi
Came to the Game with no fame
But now they gone remember my name
(Remember my name)
I stay in my lane
Rep triple Bs to my grave
(To my grave)
I stay in my lane
I never change
Paper Chasin
Money wasting'
I stay in my lane (x2)
I never change
Paper chasin
Money wasting
Quick when I hit em
Sick when I spit em
BALL HARD TILL WE MOTHER FUCKENING FALL HARD
Bitch
Eyes on me like I'm fucking famous
I stick with it
Grip baguettes
They gone hate on me for being different
Cause they never did it
Bust through anyone that try and block my lane
Hide emotions like a fucking murder weapon
We all got dead homies
It's only a matter of time death pays me a visit
Until then
It's some nice clothes
Bad hoes and everything exquisite
You with it ?
(I'm with it)
I'm with it
(I'm with it)
Make it rain
Make the money fall to the floor
I'm with it
FUCK...
SHIT...
BITCH
Came in the game
These lames used to laugh in my face
Make fun of my name
Now they can't even keep my name out they mouth
Keep running your mouth
We gone run in yo house
Oh shit, look how much things changed in a matter of months
Still the same kid
No lane switch
Still anti everybody
Fuck everybody
I am a dog
I am a mutt
I come from the runt
I do what I want
I am a dog
I am a mutt
I come from the runt
I do what I want
Came in the game these lames used to laugh in my face
Make fun of my name
Now they can't even keep my name out they mouth
Keep running yo mouth
We gone run in yo house
Oh shit, look how much things changed in a matter of months
Still the same kid
No lane switch
Still anti everybody
Cause fuck everybody