Pink Lemonade

Lyrics for Pink Lemonade

Uh, yeah Yeah, uh Mr. Been Balling, girl, I can't call it We Uber Eats, we ain't going out Girl, stay in your place, stop showing out Mr. Balling Consistently Balling (Been Balling) I'm high as hell, bitch, stop that talking I'ma step in the building and talk my shit Drag my balls 'til they touch the floor Bitch, I don't know where I'm 'bout to go Mr. Been Balling, bitch, you can call me Neph Any time I do it, I do it my best They ain't pick up when I was calling collect Back the fuck up, I'm parking a jet They like, "Neph, you should sign a 1017" That last man broke, and he owed debt Look like Tyrone Davidson, Keith Sweat Glock got a small man complex Bitch, I'm on the beat, and it's getting hot, I'm sweating This biscotti will bust your chest Six hour drive, bitch You not the judge, I don't gotta lie, bitch Bought white Ones for my side bitch Pocket rocket look like a stop sign Not a cigarillo, bitch, this fronto AR sound like, "Dun-dun-dun-dun" I want the smoke like Lil Mouse Step off in that bitch like Roll Bounce Three point five, them bitches is skating Juiceman, ayy, with the Now & Laters It's top shelf, not no block work Aim it all night like the clock don't work I was popping before I was popping first Walk in that bitch like, "Who need dope?" This Moncler, not Canadian Goose Drive fast when I get on the booth 'Fore you get in this car, take them Crocs off Get off my phone with that dumb shit Drinking Hen', dawg, I can't quit My bitch Tempurpedic mattress thick My bitch posturepedic mattress thick "What you doing Neph?" Bitch, I'm rapping Mr. Balling AKA NewBreed trapping Born in it, I had to adapt Get you killed by the Facebook stat Take my kindness for weakness, slap the shit out you I'll get Dr. Phil killed I'ma tell you life, how it's real I'm like Jesus Christ when he slid through Jerusalem Look like Kay Flock when I'm booming 'em In a Moncler coat with a .40 in the back Glock come out like rabbit out the hat Step in that bitch like, "What's the word?" Glock sound like it got reverb I kill shit like Lil Herb They used to treat me like Joe Dirt Step in that bitch like Lil Bibby Pop Smoke with a lil' bit of Lil Bibby John Wayne Glock, I get jiggy Look at the opps like, "I can get jiggy with this" Kick a bitch in they face with my Balencis' Bags big, look like they 50 I told my momma, "Fuck Section 8" They can suck my dick in the welfare place These crack bags gon' put food on the plate Investing myself, fuck real-estate Dope taste like Frank Lucas cooked it My left wrist was born in the '80s That's why Auntie treat me like a baby I talk to the animals like Dr. Doolittle I talk to lions, they like, "How they understand you?" Uppercut the pot like I'm Ryu Auntie hit the glass dick like "HADOUKEN!" Beat the pot, I black and blued it I'm trapping, you know what I'm doing More New York hats than Bobby Shmurda Be with niggas from the nineties more than Bobby Shmurda Slide through the nineties, see what's up with Jakes Bitch, what you 'bout to eat? Up three days, I ain't even sleep Bags look like Fat SSE Back up, you moving like J. Reid Bitch, I got Homer Simpson, d'oh! This a Moncler coat I don't believe Young Jeezy sold dope Pimp C said that nigga was lying Shit will get ugly like Beetlejuice Paint my face like Beetlejuice Nappy ass hair like Beetlejuice Glock related to the Conehead family Thirty shots part of the Conehead family Big ass Glock like Rocket Racoon Wrist like Mike when he walked on the moon Bitch, my Audi Sport plus plus Bitch, don't try to race me Politicians love me, but the judge hate me Trick Daddy Neph, I love the babies They changed up, switched, but it didn't faze me Feel like Plies, running my momma crazy Dogshit Records, I just came from Cali You want this Zaza, send me your addy I pull up like, "Vroom-vroom-vroom" Glick on me, barbarian day Slave owner trap, I'm your slave Bitch, I picked cotton for this Moncler Get caught with this glick, that's five years Step in that bitch like Teddy Buckshot I'm not that nigga, you could take my ring Mad Max, drugs would've been everywhere Slide through that bitch like Wah Gwaan Step in that bitch like, "Shots fired" Glock hit his face, "Dem a bleach" Cut him off, lil' batty boy Side door look like we got juvie This beat right here long as fuck Tryna tell the engineer to hurry up Rest in peace Jeremiah and Fred the Godson Told the engineer to chop me up Slide through the Bronx like chopped cheese Bitch from Queens, she Guyanese She got green eyes, and she sniff coke Bitch wanna take a trip to Barbados Dry ass steak, nasty potato OD on these drugs like I'm Fredo You broke, I'm not your escape goat Been playing with guns since Play-Doh My bitch gon' do what I say so She like, "Neph, I trust you 'cause you the one" Look her in the eye, tell her, "I'm not gon' lead you on" You the baddest, fuck Nia Long Uh, Megan Good ain't got shit on you, baby Bad bitches used to play me They broke as the shit, on the couch and lazy I should get us shirts that say, 'Fuck you, pay me' Don't believe them, they fugazi Bitch, didn't I tell you that I'm Hollow Man, Danny Phantom and Patrick Swayze, "Bitch" I'll walk out your life in my white Ones Glock sound like Papoose I look like Tony Hawk, bitch One shooter, look like a manuel stick Yeah, bitch, I'm high Who the fuck said crack don't sell? Type of niggas, they a goddamn lie Who said crack don't sell? Who said-, who said crack don't sell? Who said-, who- Who the fuck said crack don't sell?