Ball - Michael Christmas

As high as a striped bird, ballin'

Fuck the Lakers!

Except Lonzo, don’t leave that out

Free LiAngelo, my nigga ain’t do shit

Ay, my nigga Tee Martin

Brandon Ingram is cool, too

Ball, get a crib that’s high as a scraper

Ball like a Laker.

Fuck the Lakers

Ball like LaVar, I’m 'bout my paper

Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors

Ain’t it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball

I told you I would ball, nigga, didn’t I ball?

And I might not see you later

And hear my prayer

God, let me ball

Ball please, pass me the ball, please

So I can go off-key, spin move, off-three

If that shit go in, newspapers all me

Fat boy the maker, not yet but he stay hood

Nerdy as hell, I been layin' off the squares

Can’t you tell?

Feel like I need a chip

Finally not bitin' my nails, I’m in the air like Nimbus

Hercules, Mount Olympus, Hades plottin' on me since I was a baby

He a big bitch (bitch, bitch)

Now what’s my favorite word?

M-O-N-E-Y till I d-ie

And if you tr-y, I press the rewind

Then press the hitstick, you hit the sideline, Bobby Bushay to the bullshit

Martyr is better, two braids, gold chain and Nautica sweater

I’m lookin' like I’m Uncle Mike, computer ballin awkward type

And you can spark the blunt as soon as I get off the flight

Ball, get a crib that’s high as a scraper

Ball like a Laker.

Fuck the Lakers

Ball like LaVar, I’m 'bout my paper

Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors

Ain’t it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball

I told you I would ball, nigga, didn’t I ball?

And I might not see you later

And hear my prayer

God, let me ball

Ball, please, that’s all I need

Okay, for real, for real

I need to chill and kill it back-to-back like Drizzy Mill

With Miley Cyrus dissin' rap and twerkin' ass like Hank Hill

And then I’m s’posed to act like I can take it as a joke

Be hearin' sly shit from the nervous white folks

Don’t trip, I like those that don’t trip about my skin, or my lips, or my gold

'Cause when ET phone home, he call me like «hold on»

I came back to pick my mans up, plan to jump another planet

God let me ball, God let me Andre the Giant

Chokeslam the rap game, I’m so damn defiant

'Cause I’m gettin' high and I’m not bein' violent (swish)

Whatever, man (bitch)

I gotta get my shit together man

Predict the rain like the weatherman

Predict them days gettin' better, man (nah, we got this)

God let me ball, God let me ball

Ball, get a crib that’s high as a scraper

Ball like a Laker, fuck the Lakers

Ball like LaVar, I’m 'bout my paper

Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors

Ain’t it slow for you hoe niggas when I ball

I told you I would ball, nigga, didn’t I ball?

And I might not see you later

And hear my prayer

God, let me ball