Lavar Ball (feat. RTB MB)

Lyrics for Lavar Ball (feat. RTB MB)

(Damn, JakeSand) Disrespectful as hell, for real Huh (Rado) Pissin' 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, huh 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 droolin' off the charm Sloppy roll, got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda 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 Cartis buff You won't catch me, nah, you probably will catch me in the bank Dickhead, catch the dub and hold the L up in his face You trappin' two 'bows, unky sell it in a day Rap star, might catch me in the hood with felons sippin' drank Luka Trončić, 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 Bin Master, Punch God, I damn near got a database Gang, niggas got to dissin', so I bought a K today I'm with BabyTron, I hit your baby moms, sippin' Gatorade Got so much clips in this Glock, give 'em a taper fade Play against Bron and sell some work where the Lakers play Two fours of that Kobe Bryant, now I'm finna face an eight Hit your bitch for thirty minutes, timeout, I had to take a break It's a problem if I hit your Backwood and I don't make a face It's 6K for the walkthrough, lil' bitch, I gotta make some pape' I ain't got no heart, I get happy when I tax a fiend I can't trust a bitch, she went behind my back like Zach LaVine My bookbag, 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 Cartis tough I ain't get no Plan B for her 'cause I hardly fucked Type of nigga catch the plug lackin' if he charge me up Put some dog shit in her— 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 droolin' off the charm Sloppy roll, got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda 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 Cartis buff