Ballers Feud lyrics

Artist  : Yukmouth 
Song : 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