LONZO BALL! lyrics

[Intro]
Nessly, and ZayTiggy yeah
Nessly, and ZayTiggy yeah

[Verse 1]
Freak ho, keep my address on the low
I don't trust her and I put that on my soul
She the reason I keep plastic on my sofa
I keep the stick inside a safe behind a poster
Yeah, rock band, I'ma buy a rock band
I'm rockin' Raf Simmons b*tch, I ain't Gene Simmons b*tch
Uh, all these hoes want to give me a kiss
I don't trust a motherf*ckin' soul, I keep my sh*t long distance
Main b*tch live in the past, main b*tch live in the past
Your main b*tch live with her parents, man that b*tch so embarrassin'
Picked her up from her college, red Ferrari like Ferris
I claimed your b*tch on my taxes, the lil b*tch like a charity

[Pre-Chorus]
You gave her a ring but she wanna marry me
She wanna sing, told her come sign to me
A box of Fergie, and a lot of codeine
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean
All this cash will f*ck up your lil self esteem
You would get on one knee for that b*tch, she get on two for me
Leave the dealer, two Ferrari's like it's buy one get one free
Copped two, I ball like Lonzo, on Rodeo shooting threes
[Chorus]
Yeah, ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
I ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
Nah for real
Lonzo Ball!
Like Lonzo Ball
Big Ball, yeah, ayy

[Verse 2]
Committing sins, I kill them down in Saint Laurent
Since I was young I flipped that dough like Papa John's, yeah, yeah
Red marinara Maserati on my way to Panera Bread
I don't do no dodge ball in gym class but I'm dodging feds
Put the seat back in the Porsche Panamera, look like an ostrich bed
Made a good girl to a bad b*tch, all she took was one percocet
Private chef in the crib, privates in your b*tch mouth
b*tch say she wanna see a hundred grand, I'ma go and stick my wrist out
Two b*tches, one coming, one leaving, I'ma let these hoes switch out
Four bands on a Moncler, all this ice made 'em think it's brick out
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, like I signed to Swishahouse
f*cked a rich b*tch, she told me pick somethin' out
If she don't come with benefits, I'ma come then dip
b*tch I'm petty and I'm pretty, I'ma f*ck her friend

[Pre-Chorus]
You gave her a ring but she wanna marry me
She wanna sing, told her come sign to me
A box of Fergie, and a lot of codeine
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean, whole lotta lean
All this cash will f*ck up your lil self esteem
You get on one knee for that b*tch, she get on two for me
Leave the dealer, two Ferrari's like it's buy one get one free
Copped two, I ball like Lonzo, on Rodeo shooting threes
[Chorus]
Yeah, ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
I ball like I ain't got no bills, nah for real
Nah for real
Lonzo Ball!
Like Lonzo Ball
Big Ball, ayy