Pink Lemonade

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
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 connect
Back the fuck up, I'm parking a jet
They like, "Neph, you should sign to 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'll 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 [?] 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 hats
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 the 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 '80
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'll get ugly like Beetlejuice
Paint my face like Beetlejuice
Nappy ass hair like Beetlejuice
Glock related to the Conehead family
Thirty shots parts 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, barbarion 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 Juan Guan
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 wan' 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 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

[Outro]
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?