Ja Morant

[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 Detroit, 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 fuck
About what you talking bout, shut the fuck up
I love my bitch bad, and stuck the fuck up
That nigga look sad, like cheer the fuck up

[Verse]
Cheer up bitch
Why, and I'm smiling
Ball Hog like Bones Hyland
Got a Glock nigga, 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 dick? Lil' bitch get to hiking
I'm not getting you no Uber, you trifling
Why the fuck she think that I'm wifing her
This bitch stupid, I'm done talking to her
Glock gon' sing like it was Don Toliver
We gon' make that nigga 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
Nigga don't push me I'll turn to a killer
Fuck that white hoe, she damn near called me nigga
Don't want that bitch, 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 nigga, we pulling his finger
I'm off of this wock, the reason I linger
She not fucking the crew, then why would you bring her?
And I'm high as fuck, 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 shit a singer
Can't fuck with that boy, heard he a right winger
Just scored me some drop finna pour up my faygo
I'm with twin hit motherfucking Clayco
And that nigga 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
Bitch, 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 bitch on a run, I'm a asshole
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 nigga broke, he need to get a job
We execute shit 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 Detroit, 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 fuck
About what you talking bout
Shut the fuck up
I love my bitch bad, and stuck the fuck up
That nigga look sad, like cheer the fuck up