In this track, Comethazine articulates a narrative of unyielding aggression and street resilience. The lyrics convey a sense of relentless determination, symbolized by the phrase "balls to the wall," indicating an all-out effort with no reservations. The repeated imagery of heating up enemies and letting them dry like raisins underscores a ruthless approach to conflict resolution. Furthermore, references to firearms such as the 380 and Russian AK highlight a readiness for violent confrontation as a means of survival in his environment. The artist also touches upon themes of loyalty and betrayal, suggesting that trust is scarce and actions speak louder than words. This song encapsulates a raw depiction of life on the streets where toughness and preparedness are paramount. #StreetResilience #UnyieldingDetermination
Balls To The Wall
Lyrics
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Bitch
Comethazine in this bitch and I'm piped the fuck up
Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no hoe savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all, 'cause I brought the 380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (bitch)
We spin blocks up in the old Mercedes (oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (yeah)
They tell to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say
Showed her the d-, showed her the dick and that little bitch ate it
556 to the face of who hatin'
And I can jack it off, no masturbation (oh, yeah)
I said "Boy, what's the price of a facelift?"
I got him right in here, ain't have to pace it
Hit that man with a Russian AK clip
Knock out his noodles and sprinkle some Cajun
Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all, 'cause I brought the 380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (bitch)
We spin blocks up in the old Mercedes (oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (yeah)
They tell to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say
Heat 'em up, let 'em dry like a raisin
Let that ho fall, ain't no ho savin'
Balls to the wall, go batshit crazy
I ain't trippin' at all, 'cause I brought the 380
Cut like this 'cause a OG waitin' (bitch)
We spin blocks up in the old Mercedes (oh, yeah)
We tote Glocks to see another day (yeah)
They tell to my face, they ain't got nothin' to say
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Frank Childress
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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