[Intro: Ballout]
That's Emazin
Shit really amazing, man, you know, shit getting you me, you know
Rise of the Glo Gang Empire, man
Glo

[Chorus: Ballout]
I'm selling pills, out in Beverly Hills, fuck with them white people
They're my people, get me all that reefah, 'bout three hundred fucking pounds
Of that loud, Ball don't smoke no brown, Ball don't smoke no mild
Ball do Xans, Tadoe off Molly, bitch, we rock the crowd
Three hundred swole, bitch, we run the globe, Glo Gang run the show
Ball got hoes, Ball fucked so many hoes, Ball won't cuff no hoe
Ball won't go, Ball won't wife no hoe, my bitch loves his pole
Ball love dough, Ball get some much dough, he count so much dough

[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Yeah, we got rolls, but we still in the field, fuck around and get you killed
They took my uncle, fuck around and come and hurt you
I put that shit on Money, this Glo Gang summer
Fuck n***as know they ain't nothin', gotta pull up that Hummer with a fifty in and a TEC
Best move or you get wet, n***a disrespect my set, Glo Gang set
N***as know they ain't on shit, they see me, they want a pic, they on my dick
N***a you a fan, get back or you get hit with a thirty stick
N***as playing both sides, n***a tell me if you with that opp shit
'Cause my n***a ain't for none, we be quick to drop shit
Gotta whole lotta guns, gotta whole lotta n***as with shell
Gotta whole funds, gotta whole love, my n***as they ready for the bail
Y'all n***as y'all bitches, y'all ain't with the shit
We drill, n***a, y'all gon' tell
Gotta whole lotta pills, gotta whole lotta dope, n***a think I'm fucking with the Cartel
[Chorus: Ballout]
I'm selling pills, out in Beverly Hills, fuck with them white people
They're my people, get me all that reefah, 'bout three hundred fucking pounds
Of that loud, Ball don't smoke no brown, Ball don't smoke no mild
Ball do Xans, Tadoe off Molly, bitch, we rock the crowd
Three hundred swole, bitch, we run the globe, Glo Gang run the show
Ball got hoes, Ball fucked so many hoes, Ball won't cuff no hoe
Ball won't go, Ball won't wife no hoe, my bitch loves his pole
Ball love dough, Ball get some much dough, he count so much dough

[Verse 2: Ballout]
I fuck with certain people, Ballout don't like people, really don't really like people
In a two seater, riding with my Desert Eagle, bitch, I got on my wife beater
Flexing on they ass, tattoos all on my body, in the club every bitch tryna read me
Club so crowed, line so long outside, every bitch in the city tryna see me
Selling out shows, pick up so much dough, leaving out the back doors
Counting them rolls, Ben Franklin bankrolls, with The Glo, my bros
N***as hoes, I don't trust no hoes, I don't trust a soul
Trap house booming, we just got them jocks on the pills for the low
I got pills, and I'm making deals, two-three for the pills
Two-three dollars, that's a two-three dollar holla, you can swallow
You can give me top, you can give me Beck', fuck your dollar
I don't want you bitch, I don't want your panties or you dollars

[Chorus: Ballout]
I'm selling pills, out in Beverly Hills, fuck with them white people
They're my people, get me all that reefah, 'bout three hundred fucking pounds
Of that loud, Ball don't smoke no brown, Ball don't smoke no mild
Ball do Xans, Tadoe off Molly, bitch, we rock the crowd
Three hundred swole, bitch, we run the globe, Glo Gang run the show
Ball got hoes, Ball fucked so many hoes, Ball won't cuff no hoe
Ball won't go, Ball won't wife no hoe, my bitch loves his pole
Ball love dough, Ball get some much dough, he count so much dough