Lavar Ball lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
(Damn, JakeSand)
Disrespectful as hell, for real
Huh (Rado)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
p*ssin' with the door open while I'm at your b*tch house
When I walk up in the living room, I kick the kids out
Scammer to a rapper, had to f*ck around and switch routes
Miles Bridges, when I hear it's up, I got big bounce, huh

[Chorus: BabyTron]
Ball so much, it should be my last name (Lavar)
Telescope on it, I ain't shootin' at the stars
You know your sh*t a bucket, can't be vroomin' in that car
Hutch did the jewelry, got her droolin' off the charm
Sloppy roll, got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I'm in the iso, boy, it's hard to guard me up
Face card hot, I walk in and turn the party up
You won't catch me in the weight room, but my Cartis buff

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
You won't catch me, nah, you probably will catch me in the bank
di*khead, catch the dub and hold the L up in his face
You trappin' two 'bows, unky sell it in a day
Rap star, might catch me in the hood with felons sippin' drank
Luka Trončić, Sleeve Nash, I'ma change the game
I ain't postin' up off the Wocky when I fade away
Made some sh*t today, you livin' day-to-day
Bin Master, Punch God, I damn near got a database
[Verse 3: RTB MB]
Gang, n*ggas got to dissin', so I bought a K today
I'm with BabyTron, I hit your baby moms, sippin' Gatorade
Got so much clips in this Glock, give 'em a taper fade
Play against Bron and sell some work where the Lakers play
Pour two fours of that Kobe Bryant, now I'm finna face an eight
Hit your b*tch for thirty minutes, timeout, I had to take a break
It's a problem if I hit your Backwood and I don't make a face
It's 6K for the walkthrough, lil' b*tch, I gotta make some pape'
I ain't got no heart, I get happy when I tax a fiend
I can't trust a b*tch, she went behind my back like Zach LaVine
My bookbag, it got some racks in it and a pack of green
I just made a movie with your main b*tch, I ain't practice schemes
I be in the weight room, Tron, and my Cartis tough
I ain't get no Plan B for her 'cause I hardly f*cked
Type of n*gga catch the plug lackin' if he charge me up
Put some dog sh*t in her— we got Marley stuffed

[Chorus: BabyTron]
Ball so much, it should be my last name (Lavar)
Telescope on it, I ain't shootin' at the stars
You know your sh*t a bucket, can't be vroomin' in that car
Hutch did the jewelry, got her droolin' off the charm
Sloppy roll, got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I'm in the iso, boy, it's hard to guard me up
Face card hot, I walk in and turn the party up
You won't catch me in the weight room, but my Cartis buff