My Ball

[Intro]

(You can ask Bigg Cuz)

Ay

Ken in this

Ay

[Verse 1]

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 (Ay)

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

Every day my weekend, every day my Sunday

Every day I'm rich, everyday feel like a birthday

And everyday you mad 'cause every day 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 (Ay)

[Chorus]

Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed

Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah)

Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest (Ooh)

Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net

Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed

Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah)

Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest (Ooh)

Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net (Ay)

[Verse 2]

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

Ay, 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 (ay)

[Chorus]

Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed

Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah)

Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest (Ooh)

Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net

Still screamin', "Fuck my ex!" (Fuck 'em!), know I got 'em stressed

Know I got 'em (Grr), know I got 'em pressed (Yeah)

Slidin' down a wall, clinchin' on they chest

Thought he was my ball, put 'em through the net