She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
Play with me that's a death wish
They want to kill me for my necklace
But I'm too young to die now
I went to jail beat the trial
Did my time with a smile
Them niggas said they had my back, when was this
Picture me balling like Pac in 96
That was all me pushing them flowers and breaking bricks
Off brand niggas they not a factor they co-exist
When I f*ck her off the pill man she love that shit
When she play hard to get yeah I love that shit
I like to mix Hennessey with some Moet
2 bitches in the backseat and they both wet
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
I need a lot not a little bit
We be getting paid while we high that's a field trip
5 whips in the driveway that's a mill ticket
If I was broke and down and out would you still kick it
Balling on a budget you niggas out here be killing me
You would sell your soul just to be in the industry
You ain't got no goals, you a lame, bad energy
Bitch if yo ain't chasing a bag then get from under me
I ain't even gotta boast
I'm the baddest on the coast
When we out we do the most so I keep that burner close
And she tell me that she love but I know she want my dough
I ain't talking about a Mustang we riding in a horse
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
Flawle$$ - Ducati Lyrics
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She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
Play with me that's a death wish
They want to kill me for my necklace
But I'm too young to die now
I went to jail beat the trial
Did my time with a smile
Them niggas said they had my back, when was this
Picture me balling like Pac in 96
That was all me pushing them flowers and breaking bricks
Off brand niggas they not a factor they co-exist
When I f*ck her off the pill man she love that shit
When she play hard to get yeah I love that shit
I like to mix Hennessey with some Moet
2 bitches in the backseat and they both wet
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
I need a lot not a little bit
We be getting paid while we high that's a field trip
5 whips in the driveway that's a mill ticket
If I was broke and down and out would you still kick it
Balling on a budget you niggas out here be killing me
You would sell your soul just to be in the industry
You ain't got no goals, you a lame, bad energy
Bitch if yo ain't chasing a bag then get from under me
I ain't even gotta boast
I'm the baddest on the coast
When we out we do the most so I keep that burner close
And she tell me that she love but I know she want my dough
I ain't talking about a Mustang we riding in a horse
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
Play with me that's a death wish
They want to kill me for my necklace
But I'm too young to die now
I went to jail beat the trial
Did my time with a smile
Them niggas said they had my back, when was this
Picture me balling like Pac in 96
That was all me pushing them flowers and breaking bricks
Off brand niggas they not a factor they co-exist
When I f*ck her off the pill man she love that shit
When she play hard to get yeah I love that shit
I like to mix Hennessey with some Moet
2 bitches in the backseat and they both wet
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
I need a lot not a little bit
We be getting paid while we high that's a field trip
5 whips in the driveway that's a mill ticket
If I was broke and down and out would you still kick it
Balling on a budget you niggas out here be killing me
You would sell your soul just to be in the industry
You ain't got no goals, you a lame, bad energy
Bitch if yo ain't chasing a bag then get from under me
I ain't even gotta boast
I'm the baddest on the coast
When we out we do the most so I keep that burner close
And she tell me that she love but I know she want my dough
I ain't talking about a Mustang we riding in a horse
She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo Gotti
I pull up in Rari's she wet
Man she go crazy got ice on my neck
My wrist is flooded I pull up in jets
F*ck with me my killers come for your neck
Writer: Jason Noguera
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