Big Yavo - Bally Sneaks Lyrics

[Intro](Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)Ayy, you dig? (This shit here boomin', man)(48Hz)(The largest)Pull off, pussy(Prezzley P.'ll get you popped, nigga)Shit took (Shit us)(Get your ass popped, boy) On gang(Let's go)Ayy[Chorus]All of my diamonds be clarityThat ain't my ho, she don't call me your majestyOwe me somethin', better not run off, I'ma tackle itIt was 7 o'clock, got ate up on the balconyTris in my cup, this shit dark like an AfricanI was broke, but now I live lavishlySlammin' these P's just like Bobby LashleyI might catch me a play in some Bally sneaks[Verse]Ayy, my homeboy sell girl like NatalieCome get you a lunchbox 'cause I'm sеrving these sandwichesTimе she leave, she do it dramaticallyCountry boy, she like my accentAnd if the dope real good, I'ma swag it upHe ain't gon' tell 'cause I threw some extra on itMy best friend my Glock, I'm always next to homieYeah, my face all tatted up, I'ma just Post Malone himMy lil' baby, she bougie, she shoppin' at PublixMy clip out in public, my Glock, I can't tuck itMy chain, better not take it, if you do, shit get uglyI promise I ain't lyin', just trust itTried to say she ain't goin', she lyin', she fuckin'Yeah, you did fuck no one of mine, I ain't touchin'And my weed been workin' out, my shit mustyAnd it's strong, like what? Vampire, shit buckingAnd I can't lie, they spinned, but they ain't hit nothing'I told my lawyer I ain't thuggin', I'm tryna get a bucketIn other words, I'm tryna run up the scoreMy money long, but I hustle just like I was brokeSay, I ain't got a billy, can't lay up, lil' bitch, we poorHold up, but I'm tryna get me moreAnd I'm serving fishes just like NemoNigga play, I'ma set this bitch off, CleoThink you DeeboBitch, I ain't Craig, I'm clapping, my daddy would've told me to whack 'emI ain't puttin' shit down, you get hit with this ratchetTell your ass now 'fore the shit even happenDesigner my fabric, who the fuck finna tussle?Widebody my vehicle, this bitch got some muscleThis chopper here lift, let it burn like UsherTake two thick bitches, sit 'em on top of each otherAyy, you ain't tryna get rich, then you can't stand next to meMy next say she on her way home, told her ass, "You better be"If he told you I'm pussy, he scared of meI call that chopper, he a Crip, got a clip, got a letter CIf you broke, you better not chase her, just let her beRapping, trapping, pimping my specialtiesI got a ho do whatever I tell her toGreen twenties, blue hundreds, I'm ridin' in a yellow coupeShe like, "Yay, you phenomenal"I'm the shit like a plumberIce on my neck might break the thermometerBitch got head like dun-dun-dunWanna see ice? Hold up my left armI told her, "Slow down," but she just kept goingMy phone ring like a wrestlerReal 'za, hit this shit, make your chest hurtShorty head got stripes like a ref shirtI'm home like I left earth[Chorus]All of my diamonds be clarityThat ain't my ho, she don't call me your majestyOwe me somethin', better not run off, I'ma tackle itIt was 7 o'clock, got ate up on the balconyTris in my cup, this shit dark like an AfricanI was broke, but now I live lavishlySlammin' these P's just like Bobby LashleyI might catch me a play in some Bally sneaks[Outro]Might catch me a play in some Bally, play in some PradaThese niggas, they ain't got nothin', they ain't got nadaYeahLet's go(One more, keep the first one)