Screw Ballin!
Your mom's callin!
Lyrics: Wendy's, late night, go to the drive-thru Doublestacks, no cash, man what should I do Give me cheese, give me lettuce, give me bacon Take the cash girl I think my phone is shakin' (who is it?!) I dunno open up check the "I-D" it might be nelly, 50 cent, or maybe spike lee (Spike Lee!)
Bad news its not, hurry on the flip flop Its my mom shes callin! Now hurry to the highway, gotta go the fast way moms gonna kill me i'm grounded either way Oh shit, no gas pull into the quick trip, make it fast, pump it quick (no stallin!) Five minutes till curfew better start- Haulin! Why my eye
s red, I thinks its the- Pollen! Whats that linkin park song, i think its called- Crawlin! They call me Jones comma Jim I like to go swim My rhymes don't make sense but I still win! We race before Payne's mom gets him in trouble Hurry up, chop chop, were on the double I don't know young joc, or b
ig nitty Gotta wear proactive to keep my face pretty Baselines bumpin, but we keep haulin' Look down at your phone cause your mom is callin! (HOLD UP) pick a restaurant Moe's or Wa-Ho's wearing crocs to let air in all the toes on my verse and its sounding like pro's im a white rapper but I wont ge
t corn rows (What about tonight) No were not ballin' But when we are we play with a Spaulding Runnin' this game like Joseph Stalin Dude I gotta go cause my mom is callin!

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