Ja Morant lyrics

[Intro]
(If you not ball hog, then die)

[Chorus]
Pushing right up, I got some mud in my cup
We off of them drugs
Nah, I can't ball with no scrub
I just came out, I just hit me a Jugg
When I’m in the trap, feel like 42 Dugg
And you cannot climb out that hole that you dug
I'ma leave you in that hole that you dug
Just met the white plug, his name Bradley or Doug
Feel like 50 cent, got the pole in the club
Real good fella ain't no damn hoe in my blood
I’m high off this pack, I don't give a f*ck
About what you talking bout, shut the f*ck up
I love my b*tch bad, and stuck the f*ck up
That n*gga look sad, like cheer the f*ck up

[Verse]
Cheer up b*tch
Why, and I'm smiling
Ball Hog like Bones Hyland
Got a Glock n*gga, no I'm not fighting
Driving this vehicle, no I'm not biking
I'm booted up, I feel like a Viking
You not sucking di*k? Lil' b*tch get to hiking
I'm not getting you no Uber, you trifling
Why the f*ck she think that I’m wifing her
This b*tch stupid, I’m done talking to her
Glock gon' sing like it was Don Toliver
We gon’ make that n*gga twist like he Oliver
And that is no SRT, that is a Challenger
My pockets jump out the gym like [?] Dillinger
I always stay with some bread, I'm a villager
Yeah, and I ball with vigor
n*gga don't push me I'll turn to a killer
f*ck that white hoe, she damn near called n*gga
Don’t want that b*tch, just the chicken, I hate stingers
That hoe tried to call, but I turned off my ringer
I just hit a home run, I just hit me a dinger
Just trolled that n*gga, we pulling his finger
I'm off of this wock, the reason I linger
She not f*cking the crew, then why would you bring her?
And I'm high as f*ck, I just hit me three blinkers
Caught him in traffic, don't turn on my blinkers
I know she a liar, on god I won't link her
My chopper got melody, this sh*t a singer
Can't f*ck with that boy, heard he a right winger
Just scored me some drop finna pour up my faygo
I'm with twin hit motherf*cking Clayco
And that n*gga ass, we throwing tomatoes
[Verse]
Yeah, huh
Balling so hard got the cheat code
I'm in the spot with a freak hoe
I'm on the spot with a bank roll
He sipping fake lean, sipping Karo
Bullet go right through his marrow
I got this gold like a pharaoh
I'm a sweat like Paolo Banchero
b*tch, I'm feeling like Robert DeNiro
Got money like Robert DeNiro
I want my glory, R.I.P Capo
He tried to run, but the Glock made a tackle
I put the cash, in a Louis V satchel
I got the b*tch on a run, I'm a as*h*le
I'm bringing racks back home, lasso
I keep on trying to figure out, why they keep on trying to take my flow
We finna get on his head like hijab
That n*gga broke, he need to get a job
We execute sh*t we gon' get in that car
Beam on the Glock, so that boy can't get far
I know me some thugs, that's gon' hoop like they Ja

[Outro]
Pushing right up
I got some mud in my cup
We off of them drugs
Nah, I can't ball with no scrubs
I just come out, I just hit me a jugg
When I'm in the trap, feel like 42 Dugg
And you cannot climb out that hole that you dug
Imma leave you in that hole that you dug
Just met the white plug
His name Bradley or Doug
Feel like 50 cent, got the pole in the club
Real good fella ain't got no hoe in my blood
I'm high off the pack, I don't give a f*ck
About what you talking bout
Shut the f*ck up
I love my b*tch bad, and stuck the f*ck up
That n*gga look sad, like cheer the f*ck up