Got the Ball

(Chorus)

Mmh, yeah, I got the ball

Mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it

Came a long way (Yo) from the kids in the comments

Young Gimmo T goin' off feel like Russell I'm good

Talm bout we ain't getting outta the hood

Bitch, I ain't never even been around it (Yo)

One time those who be losin' the loudest

I'm tryna figure out how you so pussy

(Verse 1)

And don't even know what it feel like

That must mean you were born as a feline

It ain't true (yo) that you are what you eat

Cause you don't look very much like my testicles

I might jus' piss on my haters i trickle

No fair, why is Gimmo T lit though?

It's a monster (yo) you could do this shit hoe

Nah Gimmo T Imma get mad at hate

Baby stop playing his music is lame

Or maybe that's not how it goes

And maybe (yo) my music is shit

But somehow I'm lit, wherever I go

Somehow I still got a bad ass bitch

Somehow I'm on Spotify radio, bro

Man (yo) how the fire of my flow still comin on thought bitch Instagram post

(Chorus)

Mmh, yeah, I got the ball

Mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it

Came a long way (Yo) from the kids in the comments

Young Gimmo T goin' off feel like Russell I'm good

Talm bout we ain't getting outta the hood

Bitch, I ain't never even been around it (Yo)

One time those who be losin' the loudest

I'm tryna figure out why you so mad

(Verse 2)

These Vancouver rappers kinda wack (Yo)

Pitiful seein' a movie like that

Go 'head send me some shots on your tracks

Jus' make sure to return your lil' style intact

They be rappin to be somewhere else

They ain't rappin' to get it for real (Yo)

How you gon' snitch on yourself just to tell everybody on [visco?] you grippin' the steel?

(Verse 3)

You won't push the game to its limits I will

The haters done put me to sleep like Nyquil

They (Yo) sound like some janitors talkin' some shit

I can't give a shit I'm constipated bitch

My pockets is thick, the spot got me lit

My bitch got me brick, these virgins got chips on they shoulders (yo)

I'm fittin' to flex a bit on em I ain't givin' up like they wanna

Mmh, yeah I don't smoke marijuana

My bag used to have quite the herbal aroma

You thought I was gon' hate (yo) the hook I ain't gonna

They call it the bridge theoretical nonsense

Drop this shit hoe city been gone since August 9 was October or somethin

Bro my bitch (yo) had to dodge her momma

All good now but it caused some drama

(Chorus)

Mmh, yeah, I got the ball

Mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it

Came a long way (Yo) from the kids in the comments

Young Gimmo T goin' off feel like Russell I'm good

Talm bout we ain't getting outta the hood

Bitch, I ain't never even been around it (Yo)

One time those who be losin' the loudest

I can't be bothered to figure it out (Figure it out)