Underwater Ballin by Eddy Pauer Lyrics
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
[Verse 1: Eddy Pauer]
Underwater ballin' and I'll never stop
Your girl, she lookin' at me, she can tell you're 'bout to flop
Shawty no, no, no, pop no shit, we'll never stop
She know I'm about to pop, Louis, Prada, gotta cop
Why are you tryin' to flex? Why you callin' out my pants?
I got no time for my ex, I'mma keep dodgin' the texts
I just came out with a check, I just came out with a check
Go take a look at my neck, see what I got on my neck
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
[Verse 2: James Colt]
I'mma make a stack, yeah, I'mma make a stack
Money tall as Shaq, we don't see you from the back
Ballin' on the rim, bitch I take it to the rack
Off the grid, off the map, off the shit, shift the pack, off the wall
Underwater ballin', man I swear I want it all
Runnin' up the commas, baby I'm the one to call
I'mma buy you Gucci, I'mma buy out all the mall
My life like a movie, you can see it in the fall
I don't want the shine unless I share it with my fam now
I could never switch up on my brothers, we gon' stand now
I could never fit in with the normal, I will stand out
I don't play, no handouts
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
[Verse 1: Eddy Pauer]
Underwater ballin' and I'll never stop
Your girl, she lookin' at me, she can tell you're 'bout to flop
Shawty no, no, no, pop no shit, we'll never stop
She know I'm about to pop, Louis, Prada, gotta cop
Why are you tryin' to flex? Why you callin' out my pants?
I got no time for my ex, I'mma keep dodgin' the texts
I just came out with a check, I just came out with a check
Go take a look at my neck, see what I got on my neck
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
[Verse 2: James Colt]
I'mma make a stack, yeah, I'mma make a stack
Money tall as Shaq, we don't see you from the back
Ballin' on the rim, bitch I take it to the rack
Off the grid, off the map, off the shit, shift the pack, off the wall
Underwater ballin', man I swear I want it all
Runnin' up the commas, baby I'm the one to call
I'mma buy you Gucci, I'mma buy out all the mall
My life like a movie, you can see it in the fall
I don't want the shine unless I share it with my fam now
I could never switch up on my brothers, we gon' stand now
I could never fit in with the normal, I will stand out
I don't play, no handouts
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'
Got the gat, got the gat, run it up and flip a stack
Move the bag, move the packs, now I'm movin' to the racks
Hit my phone, hit my line, got your girl and she keep callin'
I'm not in the NBA but yeah, you know I'm ballin'