Balooka

Verse 1:
Balooka, I keep me a pack of tooka.
I’m always rollin phatties. And I
Stay wit a baddie. New addy for
Mommy and daddy. Imma pull up
In a caddy, just to switch up to the
Lamb. I be throwing all these alleys
You gone dunk, or lay it in. Ain’t no missin
Cause if you do then you know we can’t
Be friends. I’m just playin, yeah.
Cause I’m still breaking bred cause I’m that man.
Say she want a three some so I’m switching out wit all her friends.
Sipping Pinot Grigio, wit a burger in my
Other hand. I stay wit them c-notes in my
Pocket is blue Benjamin’s. Hear you speaking
Creole, go ahead and flaunt yo language then.
Say she wanna match, so I brought the pack
It’s in the back. And she call me Bernie, she
Love how I Mac. Now figure that. I’m so dope
Like crack, but I be a smokin gas while driving
Fast. She ain’t let me smash, but I caressed
Her ass. That ain’t to bad. Take what you can
Get if lil momma bad. And that’s a fact. We be
Gettin money, we exchanging racks.

Verse 2:
You know that I stay wit Balooka. I need me
Me a tutor to teach me sum new ways. I’m
Lookin for 12, she raisin up hell. While I hit the
Dash on the highway. I’m picking up bells, then
Ringing the bell, I need you to assist my assistant. I’m pullin up wit the top down,
Windows up, I got the blackest of black tints.
I never paid, but now I think about it. I gotta
Pick up this months rent. I stay gettin laid
Last week was twins. And today is gonna be
Triplets. I only hit one. And that’s because
She the only one that can do a damn split.
I don’t want no regular regular, everything I do
It must be eccentric. I’m pullin up coulinin
Coulinin, coulinin, culinary chef cookin up beef
Tips. You don’t want no beef wit me. That is a
Tip. And I really suggest you just leave it.
She givin me neck, and I swear it’s the best
When I buss and she suckin me tighter.
I’m picky so pickin the girl that I know is the
Greatest of fighters. I hope you not wearin a
Wire. These niggas be snitches for hire.
I turned to a property buyer. These women
Professional liars. I pulled that girl right out
The choir. She say that she keepin it quiet
I heard around that you was lyin about it.
And I’m gettin money so I can no longer
Maneuver while having a wallet.

Verse 3:
Imma walk up wit Balooka and buss ya.
I’m way to great, to just be a busta.
I’m way to smart so I know not to trust ya.
I don’t like sea food but I’m eatin lobsta.
I don’t rob people, but might rob a bank.
I’m smokin gas and you know that it stank.
A man that is gentle can’t fuck wit a skank.
In my crib I want a navy blue tank.
I gotta practice to be good as Tank.
I’m feelin real good off the za in LA.
I hop off the plane and I go make a play.
I finish the script and I know that it’s great.
I’m going shoppin and imma spend 10
I don’t really care if I lose or I win.
But I’m goin hard from the start to the end.
I always break bred if I got it to spend.
Bad bitty slidin thru wit her friend.
Imma get it, I mean imma get it.
Always multiplying my dividends.
Always gettin double back what I spend.
Imma drop the top when it becomes night.
Imma smoke a whole pound wit his wife.
Patiently waiting for the lavish life.
I bop into town when I feel like it’s right.
I’m lovin my shows cause I love to excite.
I’m lovin her throat it’s like where are her
Teeth. She keep her toes out cause she got
Pretty feet. She do it for me because I like it
Neat. The way that I found her you wouldn’t
Believe. I put her on everything, now she a
Steeze. Consistency really is the man key.
Balooka bussin might as well call me Breexe.