T-Shirt Cost A Deuce (feat. Fatt Smaxk)

[Intro: Bally Baby]

Ayy, Smaxk (Yeah, yeah)

You know the can't fuck with the ultrasound of this shit, you dig? (Mama, Zachary makin' beats again)

Let's get into this hot shit (Hoodrich Keem, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' that guy)

[Chorus: Bally Baby]

Juggin', tryna shake the bag, nigga, I been runnin' through it

Everyday a different lo', bussin' like we finna move

Left my pocket in Balenci', fuck I look like rockin' Trues

Lil bitch think a thousand trickin', would've spent that on some juice

Ain't no pressure on this trickin', t-shirt cost a deuce

Bitch can't help but choose, she know I'm not the two

[Verse 1: Bally Baby]

Bitch know I'm the one, Mr. Get It Done

Fucked up, havin' too much salt, nigga ain't even got no funds

Bump down, everything propеr, I can't wait to serve you somethin'

Bitch won't hеlp you, say Chanel, she don't need to pay for lunch

Huh, I do what I want, niggas try do what they can

Deuce of Quagen in a Sprite, fuck I look like takin' Xans

This expensive high, send 'em, cost a hundred bands

Havin' what I'm havin', they'll do anything to get a chance

Pop out with my pockets pokin', touch her pussy, turn to ocean

Sippin' this shit like it's cheap, crack a seal and get to toastin'

Losing somethin' I can't afford, I been locked in stayin' focused

Turned up right under your nose, how the fuck you ain't never notice

[Chorus: Bally Baby]

Juggin', tryna shake the bag, nigga, I been runnin' through it

Everyday a different lo', bussin' like we finna move

Left my pocket in Balenci', fuck I look like rockin' Trues

Lil bitch think a thousand trickin', would've spent that on some juice

Ain't no pressure on this trickin', t-shirt cost a deuce

Bitch can't help but choose, she know I'm not the two

[Verse 2: Hardnard]

I'm the number one, but I serve that boy the number two

Huh, cookin' glass all day, stand over the stove with one shoe

Huh, huh, trappin' all day, count a backend when I get through

Huh, nigga, you a buster like Dave, pussy ass nigga can't hang with the crew

Huh, huh, trap house got all flav's, I went terp or die

Huh, huh, we snake that guy, good aim, so good, they can shoot a fly

Huh, huh, re'd up on that one, that shit be gone by tomorrow

Four lines of that stuff in a cheap ass baby bottle

Nigga dropped real bread on all these bags, I'll show you how I'm coming

Case of green dressed up, finna send it to the country

Huh, pop out with so much dog shit, they think I'm printin' money

I'm doin' deals right now, M&M's stamped for eight hundred

[Chorus: Bally Baby]

Juggin', tryna shake the bag, nigga, I been runnin' through it

Everyday a different lo', bussin' like we finna move

Left my pocket in Balenci', fuck I look like rockin' Trues

Lil bitch think a thousand trickin', would've spent that on some juice

Ain't no pressure on this trickin', t-shirt cost a deuce

Bitch can't help but choose, she know I'm not the two