My Ball

Ayy
Ken in this
Ayy

Ooh like, I need a real eater, like he Pac-Man
Still keepin' bitches on they toes like they tap dance
Man, I'm so in love with bands like a rock fan
That's why I gotta keep that drum on me, Led Zeppelin (ayy)
Real ho gettin', ho switchin' but I'm low with it
You all in yo' feelings, mad about me, bet yo' ho get it
Dropped it on some cutesy, dainty shit, now the wrist hittin'
Bitches throwin' shots but I ain't catch it like I'm babysittin'
Drunk as fuck, me doin' whatever on a Monday
Everyday, my weekend, everyday my Sunday
Everyday, I'm rich, everyday feel like a birthday
And every day you mad 'cause everyday for you a work day and no shade
Bitches always talkin' 'cause that low pay
And okay, bitches need a tutor 'cause they low grade
And no way, bitches say they better than me, stop playin'
Bitches always think they bigger than the program (ayy)

Still screamin', "Fuck my ex" (fuck him), know I got him stressed (aw)
Know I got 'him (grr), know I got him pressed (yeah)
Slidin' down a wall, clenchin' on they chest (ooh)
Thought he was my ball, put him through the net
Still screamin', "Fuck my ex" (fuck him), know I got him stressed (aw)
Know I got 'him (grr), know I got him pressed (yeah)
Slidin' down a wall, clenchin' on they chest (chest)
Thought he was my ball, put him through the net (ayy)

Life's good 'cause it's better when you richer
Had to ditch my old nigga, went and got me somethin' bigger (somethin' bigger)
And I'm the gold, I can't be no golddigger
Ayy, it's money on my line, I can't answer to no nigga
In this water like a damn fish, like a damn snitch
Niggas actin' like some damn hoes, like a damn bitch
Love my blood like a damn flea, like a damn tick
Ask my babies, I'm a damn P, I'm the damn shit
I'm so damn fine, I'm so damn lit
Should be a damn crime, I'm so damn thick
Better watch the way you talkin', you can be a damn lick, boo
Me and my ho just broke up, let's take a trip, boo
I stay flyin' out of Bush, you would think that shit a hobby
All these niggas is a joke, I can be they Margot Robbie
Even though he ain't my nigga, he still give that slow and sloppy
Know he been waitin', now I'm single, baby, call me (ayy)

Still screamin', "Fuck my ex" (fuck him), know I got him stressed (aw)
Know I got 'him (grr), know I got him pressed (yeah)
Slidin' down a wall, clenchin' on they chest (ooh)
Thought he was my ball, put him through the net
Still screamin', "Fuck my ex" (fuck him), know I got him stressed (aw)
Know I got 'him (grr), know I got him pressed (yeah)
Slidin' down a wall, clenchin' on they chest (chest)
Thought he was my ball, put him through the net (ayy)