Ballers Feud Lyrics

Ballers Feud

Chorus *(phats bossalini & val young)* 2x



That’s the ballers
feud

A thug changes, and love changes

That’s the ballers feud

And best friends become strangers.



Verse 1*(yukmouth)*



Survey says...

You know some fake mutha fuckas

I know
some bustas too

This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew

Since ’92

At first I thought he was cool like dru

Always
hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew

Them niggas don’t
wanna hang wit you

Cuz of the thangs you do

Learn a thang or two

Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you

Niggas
thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true

Everywhere we go the punk hoo
bangin you

Makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you

That’s why
niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo

Folk-el, smoke out my range
rove-el

What? what? 

Fuck these broke-els

I hate it when
niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up

Smoked out

Broke as hell

Drivin buckets

I’m drivin luxury cars and plus
shit

Benz the lexus the roughest to fuck wit

So you wanna be
p-i-m-p? 

You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free

You payin
g’s fo pussy.



*(chorus)* 2x



Verse 2 *(numskull)*



There’s too many playas

Too many ballas

Too many
hustlas

Too many killas

Too many pimped out mutha fuckas

So
now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who’s

Cleanest

The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius

What if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses

Wit rims to put on yo
shit, too many furry couches

Who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin

Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin

An don’t
come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage

Got 20 hoes
across america livin lavish

Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live
like that

A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track

You can talk
about pimpin, you can talk about killin

But when that shit goes down,
sound minds will be revealin

When you die and comeback, maybe you can try
again and beat me

But don’t try now, cuz you niggas can’t see me

22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice

First to swang, hittin noses,
eyes can’t focus

Hocus pocus

Now 25 niggas on ya

Juss
because you moved from california

Ballers feud.



*(chorus)*
2x



Verse 3 *(kastro)*



We went from loved ones, on the
way up

To no love at all

Time to go though, so I don’t give no
fucks at all

Cross the game

Don’t be playin, stoned get right

I shed blood wit this, and that can’t be gone, overnight

This
hate

Man, could be a cold mutha fucka

Close friends, close as cat
scan, love ’em like my brother

Now i

See ’em dyin like a mutha
fucka

Slow death, no breath

Man I love it like my mother

And
that’s some cold shit, I’m on some mo’ swole shit

Listen quick

Fingers thick

Lady clit

Piss this shit, on yo clit

Niggas
know I’m flossin k-cash

Cash foldin

You want what I’m holdin,
my wife an my life stolen

Worse enemy, authority

Police are all
enemy

Richeously, this life fo’ me ain’t as bad as it seems to be

But still in all I love, all I love

Take my ten fingers, my ten toes,
an mash outta love

Do it fo ya’ll, all ya’ll

My baby girl an
god

This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause

Now half
part of me hard

The other part of me scarred

Death wit out health,
but still a nigga prayin to god.



*(chorus)* 4x