Big Scarr, Gucci Mane, Pooh Shiesty - Ballin in LA Lyrics

(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Dear God, I been takin' meds (meds) just to deal with this anxiety (blrrrd)
And they label me as violent, say I'm a menace to society (menace to society)
And these niggas keep on copyin' me, I'ma change my page to private (switchin' it up)
'Cause killers movin' silence, she know we keep it quiet (blrrrd)
My jit done did so many hits, he say that he retirin' (I'm givin' up)
Might bring him back like Jordan with that .45, now he firin' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
They thought that I was sleep but they woke up the sleepin' giant (they woke me up)
Police say that we terrorists (ayy), they treat me like a tyrant
We keep on takin' shit, it's like we think that we some pirates (blrrrd, blrrrd, give it up, yeah)
He got shot in his shit (blrrrd), we dipped 'fore we heard the siren (blrrrd, blrrrd)
They never thought that I'd pull up in that brand-new Ferrari ('Rari)
They keep on coppin' deuces back, trey sevens and sayin', "Sorry" (sorry)
Said I was fed and outta shape, I'm ballin' like Kyle Lowry (swish)
Eat steak and fettuccini, lobster, shrimp and calamari
I'm out in Cali', dressed in Bali' strapped up at the fortress (blrrrd, blrrrd)
These shoes I got on cost at least ten times your pair of Forces (Forces)

Ballin' in LA, the place where rappers get it extorted (no)
But I'm a walkin' murder charge, a case, I can afford it (blrrrd)
This lil' bitch a freak, she keep on beggin' me, "Record it" ('cord it)
I looked into the mirror and told myself, "I'm gorgeous" (yeah, yeah, gorgeous, blrrrd)

Ayy, big Shiesty gang we extortin' shit (extortin' shit)
I'm really rich, I'm robbin', might slime my way on a Forbes list (yeah, Forbest list)
I might just go two Cartiers (Cartiers), skeleton-face my other wrist (my other wrist)
Tryna come spin while I'm in Cali' (blrrrd), I get your lil' brother hit (brother hit)
I popped a upper 'fore I took her down, she bought some guns for me (let's go)
No, ain't no postin' in my hood (no), if you wasn't in the slums with me (no, no)
I'm slimy as it get, the king cobra, bitch, I play for keeps (we play for keeps)
CG pulled up in the Jeep (blrrrd), ski masked up with new .223's (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Say on the internet he want me dead, real life he squashin' beef (facts)
B-Wop make a troll, he press that button, may you rest in peace (ayy, get you whacked)
We chopped him in seven pieces, they ain't found him in a week (no)
I ain't got no conscious, kill my kinfolk if they play with me

Woah, let's see how this go
Catch 'em down bad, then we uppin' the score (uppin' the score)
Glock in my hand, got the Drac' on the floor (Drac' on the floor)
Put that fire on his ass, turn his ass to a post' (woah)
Real street nigga, can't beef on a post (no)
These niggas lame, tryna beef 'bout a ho (woah)
Got it tucked every show, need to stay with my pole
Woah (let's go), fuck a three-ninety-two, drive the 'cat like I'm Joe, mmm
I act a fool, do the most, woah (woah)
Aim for the head, get up close, blow
Let's go (let's go), these niggas hatin', they feelin' 'bout hoes
Bag on ya head, now they wipin' ya nose
Take the back-end, and go blow it on clothes

Ballin' in LA, the place where rappers get it extorted (no)
But I'm a walkin' murder charge, a case, I can afford it (blrrrd)
This lil' bitch a freak, she keep on beggin' me, "Record it" ('cord it)
I looked into the mirror and told myself, "I'm gorgeous" (yeah, yeah)