Young Ross - Lamelo Ball

You ain't get the invite
When you hit the club they say
you w them
When I hit the club who all coming in
They ain't search me nigga so I brought it in
It's just Me and the homie she brought like 10 friends
I need more ends, she be jumpin in
My side bitch ain't gon snitch she in my close friends
I'll have the homies flush you this ain't no cleanse
If you look at the score nigga we bout to win
So just tell yo mans he better stay cool
I'ma fool w the K but this ain't April
This whip I'm in a spaceship she feel like fabo
Supplying all yo needs like A nigga work at staples
It's niggas hatin that I'm this nigga
I want the beef but I ain't gon diss niggas
Uperoom don't sell under a zip niggga
I ain't play Corner but it's on my hip
Y'all prolly didn't get it
This bitch say she tempted
All these foreigns that we pushing hoes stay tippin
She lemme put the tip in
Put the extra clip in
These niggas sellin they souls that's the boat they in
Real nigga when I look at my reflection
I look at you and see a bitch in my direction
No witnesses that's why they can't get a sketch in
Presidential suite bitch I got elected
U cant eject it so respect it
She ain't even my main but she still check in
Up In Houston hittin hoes now ima Texan
I ain't really tryna spare em we just gon x em
And We ain't playing no games we riding
Y'all some snakes like that nigga Ryder
Ima let this bitch sing Earth Wind and Fire
ain't w her friends she w me yea she a liar
Hold up
I can't talk unless money involved
U said who scared of who not at all
If I can't bring my niggas then I'm not involved
The niggas u hang w be tellin I can't hang w y'all
3 to the head like I'm Melo Ball
2 tecks call the game off
Too many shots mean yo aim off
We got chops no chainsaws
Nigga

Written by:
Ross Stribling

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