Black: DFHJ BF: ASKL :) There's nothing here :)
credits to @501-Leo for the original project! thanks for the guy who made the rig for parasite black, if you're confused, i used it for the thumbnail. Ballin' by Mustard (Clean) bcz scratch dosent allow bad words :(((((( I don't really want to go I don't really wanna stay But I really hope and pray Can we get it together Get it together (Mustard on the beat, ho) I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath 'Cause all my homies got it out the streets I keep a hunnid racks inside my jeans I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team Now a homie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin' I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the mornin' I was broke now I'm rich, these homies salty All this designer on my body got me drip, drip (ayy) Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip If I got a pint of milk, I'ma sip, sip I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip But I got rich on all these homies, I didn't forget, bet I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back These ****** know me now, 'cause I got them big racks 'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that Young homie on the corner, *****, I had to serve crack Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back We came up on dirty money, I gave it a bird bath Cut off the brain and I give my ***** a new coupe Either you frontin' Yah Gang or you're SuWoop Got a New Orleans ***** and man that cat voodoo And I'm that homie now, who knew? I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath 'Cause all my homies got it out the streets I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team Now a homie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin' I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin' I was broke now I'm rich, these homies salty I been wakin' up to get the money, whoa, whoa Got a bad *****, her (REDACTED) tatted, whoa, whoa Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm ******' 'em both I put her in new AP, the water like a boat I was down bad on my ****, where was you homies at? I know you turned your back on me, just to get some racks I seen you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach New diamonds on me, **** a flash, this ain't SnapChat 'Cause I been gettin' paid Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade Got my baby mama that new Bentayga Tryna get the dough, Joe, like a sensei, yeah Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain I just mind my business I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin' All these rappers just talk about it, I live it Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah I put the new Forgi's on the Jeep I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath 'Cause all my homies got it out the streets I keep a hunnid racks inside my jeans I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team Now a homie can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin' I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin' I was broke now I'm rich, these homies salty I, ayy, yeah I've been ballin', lil' homie Now watch me ball on these homies Yeah, now watch me ball on these homies, yeah Now watch me ball on these homies Now watch me ball on these homies, yeah, yeah
