Just Ball ft. Young OC & Tyler Conan Lyrics

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

JMack, hey

It's Young O' and Tyler Conan, JMack

Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Wake up, I get straight into it

Draw my visions, then I do it

Grab the ball, make plays, I'm shootin'

Me go out bad, is you stupid

Get my beats then execute them

Go off every verse, it true and

I'm with Tyler and he groovin'

Put in work, don't make excuses

My tracks they leave you fascinated

Flow switch sick, can't be saved wit' vaccinations

If you know me, I'm trynna travel 'round nations

Performin' all my hits, and I'm winning nominations

Winning grammy's used to be an idea of mine

But all I need is my people, if they love me, I'm fine

And if the label saying less than a milli, won't sign

I know my value, need a statue, need something that shine

I'm worth it all, if you ain't notice you just blind

I just give it time, I'm on my grind, I think y'all just behind

Breaking records, I seek greatness for me and all of my bro's

I could really turn it up, they lovin' me at all my shows

Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Aye, bad to the bone

I be moving like I'm out of town but really I'm at home

I done got the scoop, then I make it fall Geronimo

That's my word I could make it drop and slap like dominoes

I'm too G wit' it baby

Make 'em lean, I get it shakin'

I done waited my turn, turnt shit up I'm tired of waiting

Young gon' make it jump and that's like everyday I burn it up

I done paid my dues, I done made my moves, now what the fuck

I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Real talk I know who be there when I call

We work this shit like we Ricky know we boss

Wingstop, we get chicken then we leave ya' ass the bone

Get it breakin, I can never let these hoes go break my concentration

Treat my problems like this pape I'm burnin' ima face it

Burnin' it up is how deal with all my day to day shit

Ain't no resting, gotta run it up, no time for no vacation

Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Lately feelin' like I'm on top of the world 'n shit

It's in my palm man, feel like I could curl the shit

Palm trees and the fam, a beer in my hand

With my other hand just holding on the girl I'm wit, yah

Cali waves, Cali babes, stay up

Like Chalamet, running thru the sand

Know the squad wit' me rolling papers

Cali green hittin' I'm the man

Sunlight hit my top

Fun times spending my guap

Bump this shit, it's a bop

Stand up on it, rep LM

On ten toes like socks

All I know is pop bottle tops

Then I let it rock

Cook a beat and kill a beat

I'm reverse hunting, come in hot

Everything I do, I do it top notch 'cause baby why not

Like Sir Mix-A-Lot, I got the posse with me on the block

JMack gave this a start, O took the middle slot

Now Conan got the microphone and this is where it drop, yah

I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Look, I cannot do shit without my dawgs

Like the Kobe, Shaq era, we just ball, we just ball

Real talk, they gon' be there when I call

Who is you, you ain't my homie, you ain't know me, bitch get lost

Bitch get lost

Aye, bitch get lost, haha

Yeah, yeah, aye, aye

JMack on the track