I Got It - Bally Baby & Gameova1k: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Bally Baby & Gameova1k

I Got It

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Hip-Hop/Rap

I Got It was released on August 12, 2025 by Bally Baby as a part of the album WDF Did You Expect?!

Song Details

AlbumWDF Did You Expect?!

Release DateAugust 12, 2025

LabelBally Baby

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bally Baby

Vocals

Gameova1k

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bally Baby

Songwriter

Lyrics

If a **** want her box, know I got it (yeah)

Fat shit be all over me, she wanna fuck my pocket (yeah)

**** tryna keep up with this shit (yeah)

Fuckin' up they pride (yeah)

I feel lil' gloss and I.D me

When she with me

She know I got (yeah)

How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in?

Can I? You can't get a front, my ****

You ain't locked in

Whole city sayin' we the ones

Fuck a top ten

My lil' **** say he love to spin

He bought every gin

I can't help but get up man, truck got me in figure four

I got go-yacht full of breech, I did ten-tens in a row

You know I got swag for zeal, country boy wanna buy some clothes

Don't do Cash App, I put no zeal, **** pull up with a loaf

Know, you gotta catch me

I don't give a damn 'bout who you know

Heard them **** broke his head, they riding dick to stay afloat

You the type to throw, I can't hide your hands, you a real hoe (you a bitch)

I just turned a pretty college bitch to a nympho

If a **** want her box, know I got it

Fat shit be all over me, she wanna fuck my pocket

**** tryna keep up with this shit, fuckin' up they price

Felt lil' gloss and ID me when she with me, she know I got it

How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in?

I know you can't get a front, my ****, you ain't locked in

Whole city sayin' we the ones, fuck a top ten

My lil' **** say he love to spin, he bought every gin

Wake up tryna catch a play

Yeah my bitch sellin' money, ****

What y'all made today?

We beat the block, then fill up shoebox

**** can't relate

I came through fast, skinny shit

She look like Colorade

Two racks on bitch with Lancy boots

But I'm still servin' J

They phone dead, they still pull up

**** know I got it

You ain't tryna get her box

Ain't goin' back and forth

I keep my post up in these joints

Cause shit ain't goin' on

It's trap and shit, I sport

Dad gave him football numbers, he ain't make it out of court

Tell my ****, hold his head, I wish he stayed up on that porch

If I'm eating, I'm a pass my dog a plate, full course

Rob Bottega and Balenciaga, my drip come straight from New York

That little bitch with the BBL, look like a dancer out of lore

I ain't had no CDL, I took them box up on the tour

Say he want a box right now, I got TP to your door

I want baby jam right now, you want a pint, it come in scope

If a **** want her boss, more I got it

Fat shit be all over me, she want to fuck my pocket

**** tryna keep up with this shit, fucking up they pride

Felt a lil' gloss and ID me when she with me, she know I got it

How the fuck is you a plug and you can't get a box in?

Can I? You can't get a front, my ****, you ain't locked in

Whole city sayin' we the ones

Fuck a top ten

My Lil' **** say he love to spin he bought every gin

Written by: Bally Baby

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