Just Ball (feat. Young OC & Tyler Conan)

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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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