Have-A-Ball lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Damn
I'm finna (Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I'm finna have a ball
10 bad hoes, I think I want 'em all
I finna hoop, I think I wanna ball
In a nice neighborhood, I think I wanna jog
b*tch wanna suck my di*k, don't forget the balls
When I'm done f*ckin' you, I won't forget to call
b*tch, I don't want no babies, I can't hit you raw
You got your gun on safety, I got mine on–Oh sh*t!
I'm 'bout to do some sh*t
They ain't see me comin' through, I'm in the newest whip
I just pulled up with a redbone, this my newest b*tch
Oh, you never smelled this cologne? Oh, you like that huh?
Boy, you know her pus*y through and you wifed that huh?
You the type of n*gga get beat up, ain't gon fight back huh?
n*gga slid down throwin' bullets, threw 'еm right back huh
You the type that argue on Facеbook, you gon type back "Huh"
Ahhh sh*t
Spot a b*tch from 'round the corner, this b*tch super thick
I just pulled up with Lil D, that's my mud brother
Oh, you don't know YN Damu, that's my blood brother
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Oh, you around for the money, you a blood sucker
I just seen bro make 20, he a muhf*cker
Oh, they sent you to a store, you a store runner
If you see me up this b*tch, you better start runnin'
I can't even bring Loski brim, cause he gon start somethin'
I just f*cked for 2 minutes, and she start runnin'
If I scream "DADAO", that mean the cops comin'
You got a gun in your hand, but you ain't on sh*t
Oh, you got a lot of money? You be on hoe sh*t
Oh, that Glock ain't yours? That's your bro sh*t
Punch a n*gga dead in his face, for bro 'nem
I just talked to the plug, he said you owe him
You out here tellin' people you my cousin, I don't know him (I don't know that n*gga)
Yeah, I'm actin' real bad
You got a fake Louis Vuitton, I got a real bag
I just ate this bad b*tch, she a real snack
This n*gga act like 6ix9ine, he a real rat
Let me see you bend that ass over, cause it's real fat
I'm in Atlanta shootin' dice, with [?]
No you can't ride in the front, b*tch get in the back
I ain't ridin' in your car if I can't bring my strap
I ain't gettin' on your song if you ain't speakin' facts

[Outro: YSR Gramz]
b*tch, YSR sh*t
Yeah
b*tch