LaMelo Ball

Lyrics

[Intro] (Oooh, Sav killed it) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Brodie came through with the bag, he like Santa Claus You better use your motherfuckin' head, before I take it off If you ain't never got it out the mud, you is not a boss I always had a smile on my face when I took a loss Niggas always tryna be your friend when you takin' off Smokin' on exotic ass weed, it just made me cough I don't even gotta do shit, but just make a call If you shoot a hundred-somethin' shots, would you make 'em all? [Verse 2: YN Jay] Damn If I look down from the top, would that make me fall? Bitch text my phone twenty times, would that make me call? No, I don't think—alright If I cross him over, James Harden, I can make him fall If I put Spaulding in your hands, I can make him ball Aye, if I stand on my money, it can make me tall I might fuck around and tip over, it might make me fall I can see the money so damn close, it's finna make me jog Bro put a silencer on the (Pew!), I can make leaves fall I don't never go to sleep, I can't dream at all Damn, I think I need some auto tune, I can't sing at all [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] Nigga got a gun, he actin' like he can't bleed at all Your head fucked up, you'll probably leave your dawg Dawg walked up on me wrong, he got beat in the mall She like "Why you ain't answer your phone? You ain't see my call?" When them niggas took the fuck off, they ain't see me dawg He the type to shake a nigga hand, but don't wanna see him ball My nigga called me with some nice P's, I wanna buy 'em all I threw the bag to all of my niggas, I'm like Chris Paul You really wanna be a millionaire, take a risk dawg You walk around this bitch ass backwards, you crisscross I'm at a label meeting, that's rich talk You steady out here buyin' fake shit, you gettin' ripped off [Verse 4: YN Jay] Damn If I hung out with LaMelo, would that make me Ball? Nigga, you ain't do that bullshit, that can't be dawg Nigga had some bullshit, (Shhh, aye) that can't be dawg Luch' really got straight drop, make your auntie fall I be really hoopin' with my family, let my auntie ball I be tryna fuck your mama sister, let your auntie call Oh, she bought a new crib? Knock down auntie walls I ain't know I'm—Ahhhh I ain't know my fiend had a twin, like this can't be Paul How the fuck you thick with no ass? You got auntie draws I just spent a hundred thousand shopping, like I hate the mall I ain't let my pit off the leash, like I hate my dog