Artist: D-Gotti f/ Big Moe, Yungstar Album: Street Sermon Song: Day to Ball Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Ugh damn, man it's looking good outside Man, go on pull out mayn know I'm saying Know you playas feel me mayn, let's go on get our shine on baby Know I'm saying, I'm finna come up out the garage on boys And it ain't no mirage you know I'm saying, it go down [D-Gotti] I peeped through my curtain, certain I'm bout to ball 84's crawl, from Yung I get a call It's bout to go down, plus I'm popped up twice Cardier on my face, rolling glass like dice Green grass in my life, massaging my soul With red candy low, plus I'm hopping like a toad Bopping ass women, on pen cause we thoed Got a mouth full of gold, Southside still hold I'm popping my trunk, Screw with surround sound Made it to Yung house, Gucci's touch ground I done made a touchdown, my dog jumps in We some young men, chasing a million Went from drug dealing, to wrecking shows for pay roll Now I'm riding 2G Lac, that crank up with remote Got a pocket full of c-notes, and an eight up in the liter Stash spot for the heater, on point like Anita bout to ball [Chorus: Big Moe - 2x] I was in my room one day, staring at the walls Looked outside my window pane, I saw it was a day to ball [Yungstar] Day just begun, I'ma finna go on free my mind 1995, till I resign I'm gon' shine Gotta represent, as I start off my morning Waking up yawning, heavy chain be corny Jump up out my bed, as I slide in my slippers Rub my hand cross my head, cause I'm bald fade with clippers Gotta make a mill, no matter what they can't stop me It's the Yungstar and D-Gotti, you know we throweder than some Nazis When I wake up in the morning, since I'm a man of seven figgas I grab my heat from under my pillow, then I stare up in the mirror Strut through the house, always stalling never falling Cut off security code, check my cameras see who prowling Cameras in the Benz, hauling Den cause I'm a twin Tip toe diamond stare, with two pairs for many friends Finna crawl and bend, but I been parked since Sunday morning Dripping slow in my garage, up the flash flood warning [Chorus - 2x] [D-Gotti] Sunshine bright, all stars love to ball Pulled up at the light on 4's, in the game I chunk salt Got Lil' D about to fall, a lil' recreation cash Smoking and mean driving, hope it don't pass Stop at the Yung pad, he chunked up in his Jag [Yungstar] Time to dust the wood off, and let the screens relax [D-Gotti] While I'm wrecking in the slab, twisting some endo [Yungstar] Me I'm chopping down the scene, and my AC blowing cold [D-Gotti] We beautiful and bold, 3rd Coast young guns Blowing and bumping my gums, you can miss us with the crumbs [Yungstar] Jump down ice on, damn near to my waist Maury gators on my feet, got Versacci on my face [D-Gotti] And brushing the 3-8-0, boys'll take your load On the scene flagrant and throwed, they hate ya when ya hold [Yungstar] They shoot when you shooting through, run through they boo banging Screw [D-Gotti] On days like this, we leaving em sick and blue we bout to ball [Chorus - 3x]