Lavar Ball (feat. RTB MB)

(Damn, JakeSand)

Disrespectful as hell, for real

(Rado, Rado)

Pissing with the door open, while I'm at your bitch house

When I walk up in the living room, I kick the kids out

Scammer, to a rapper, had to fuck around and switch routes

Miles Bridges, when I hear it's up, I got big bounce

Ball so much, it should be my last name (Lavar)

Telescope on it, I ain't shootin' at the stars

You know your shit a bucket, can't be vroomin' in that car

Hutch did the jewelry, got her drooling off the charm

Sloppy roll, got the Subi's lookin' like a guarded truck

When I'm in the ISO, boy, it's hard to guard me up

Face card hot, I walk in and turn the party up

You won't catch me in the weight room, but my Carti's buff

You won't catch me, na, you probably will catch me in the bank

Dick head, catch the dub and hold the L up in his face

You trappin' two balls, Unc, he sell it in a day

Rap star, might catch me in the hood with felons, sippin' drank

Luka Tron-ic, Sleeve Nash, I'ma change the game

I ain't postin' up, off the wocky when I fade away

Made some shit today, you livin' day to day

Big master punch, God, I damn near got a database

Gang, ****'s got to dissin', so I bought a K today

I'm with BabyTron, I hit yo' baby's mom, sippin' Gatorade

Got so much clips in this Glock, give 'em a taper fade

Play against 'Bron and sell some work where the Laker's play

Two fours of that Kobe Bryant, I'm finna face the eight

Hit yo' bitch for 30 minutes, time out, I had to take a break

It's a problem if I hit your Backwood and I don't make a face

6K for the walkthrough, little bitch, I gotta make some pape'

I ain't got no heart, I get happy when I text a fiend

I can't trust a bitch, she went behind my back like Zach LaVine

My book bag, it got some racks in it and a pack of green

I just made a movie with your main bitch, I ain't practice schemes

I be in the weight room, Tron and my Cardi's tough

I ain't get no Plan-B for her 'cause I hardly fuck

Type of **** catch the plug lackin' if he charge me up

Put some dog shit in there, pffft, we got Marley stuffed

Ball so much, it should be my last name (Lavar)

Telescope on it, I ain't shootin' at the stars

You know your shit a bucket, can't be vroomin' in that car

Hutch did the jewelry, got her drooling off the charm

Sloppy row, got the Subi's lookin' like a guarded truck

When I'm in the ISO, boy, it's hard to guard me up

Face card hot, I walk in and turn the party up

You won't catch me in the weight room, but my Carti's buff