Just Ball (feat. Young OC & Tyler Conan)
J Mack
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Woah, woah Woah, woah JMack, hey It's Young O' and Tyler Conan, JMack Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Wake up, I get straight into it Draw my visions, then I do it Grab the ball, make plays, I'm shootin' Me go out bad, is you stupid Get my beats then execute them Go off every verse, it true and I'm with Tyler and he groovin' Put in work, don't make excuses My tracks they leave you fascinated Flow switch sick, can't be saved wit' vaccinations If you know me, I'm trynna travel 'round nations Performin' all my hits, and I'm winning nominations Winning grammy's used to be an idea of mine But all I need is my people, if they love me, I'm fine And if the label saying less than a milli, won't sign I know my value, need a statue, need something that shine I'm worth it all, if you ain't notice you just blind I just give it time, I'm on my grind, I think y'all just behind Breaking records, I seek greatness for me and all of my bro's I could really turn it up, they lovin' me at all my shows Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Aye, bad to the bone I be moving like I'm out of town but really I'm at home I done got the scoop, then I make it fall Geronimo That's my word I could make it drop and slap like dominoes I'm too G wit' it baby Make 'em lean, I get it shakin' I done waited my turn, turnt shit up I'm tired of waiting Young gon' make it jump and that's like everyday I burn it up I done paid my dues, I done made my moves, now what the f*ck I cannot do shit without my dawgs Real talk I know who be there when I call We work this shit like we Ricky know we boss Wingstop, we get chicken then we leave ya' ass the bone Get it breakin, I can never let these hoes go break my concentration Treat my problems like this pape I'm burnin' ima face it Burnin' it up is how deal with all my day to day shit Ain't no resting, gotta run it up, no time for no vacation Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Lately feelin' like I'm on top of the world 'n shit It's in my palm man, feel like I could curl the shit Palm trees and the fam, a beer in my hand With my other hand just holding on the girl I'm wit, yah Cali waves, Cali babes, stay up Like Chalamet, running thru the sand Know the squad wit' me rolling papers Cali green hittin' I'm the man Sunlight hit my top Fun times spending my guap Bump this shit, it's a bop Stand up on it, rep LM On ten toes like socks All I know is pop bottle tops Then I let it rock Cook a beat and kill a beat I'm reverse hunting, come in hot Everything I do, I do it top notch 'cause baby why not Like Sir Mix-A-Lot, I got the posse with me on the block JMack gave this a start, O took the middle slot Now Conan got the microphone and this is where it drop, yah I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball Real talk, they gon' be there when I call Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost Bitch get lost Aye, bitch get lost, haha Yeah, yeah, aye, aye JMack on the track
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Written by: Jersey Mackelrath, Oriah Motu, Tyler Strobehn
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