LAMELO BALL Lyrics

I had dreams

They ain't believe

Had to make cream turned to the trap and made it out clean

I thank God if I didn't leave Naij who knows were I'd be (Maroko)

Probably broke

Or still in the streets

Now when I pull up on niggas it's different

I stunt when I want

Mike Amiri what I put on

That ain't just something I put in a song

I'm like Melo with the Hood on

Or with the Hornets niggas know I ball

I got my foot on they necks

Everything I said really stood on

And most of em actually capping

This here the questions I ask em

Boy is you gangster or rapping

Boy is you acting or active

I know what I want I what it takes

And that's why I'm never relaxing

I got my teeth in Hatton

I know my cheese a magnet

Shoutout my ex who told me I'm wack

She did it to get a reaction

Give her a chance she start running back

It's part of the game like Madden

Baby I'm swagging in Jacquemus

Off-white I've been blacking with a fashion

You see my neck and you see the wrist

And both of them look like Alaska

Whoa

Way I'm popping my shit ain't no joke

Road kill I don't chill it's a go

Bankrolls

Lambos

Me and LO gon get it for sure

I don't just want it I want it the most

I came with the wave I'm staying afloat

From chopping it up I know how it go

I'm who they go at they know I'm the goat

Me and Teffy go way back so you know I been good with the Melody

Broke boys or bitch niggas can't come anywhere near my vicinity

Once day I pop in Brazil from keeping it real I feel like Vinicius

If I wasn't bussing your hoe and she someone I know she got to be hideous

I'm from the heart of the city it's crazy niggas just hate

This on my mother

I'm never half stepping or nothing

And that's why they fully relate

I been hungry now I'm big sauce

3 course gourmet food on my plate

No squares in my circle

Real love triangles all of my bitches in shape

You know I love her physique

I get her wet like John the Bap

Then we get naked like Adam and Eve

Then I just leave

Run up the blues

After the cheese

Green in the bag like a packet of peas

Hot like I'm Juvee 400 degrees

Couldn't move with no guys facing 5 years and won't face it

All that talking tough just to look fake when you catch cases

You can't be no real G if you don't stand on and maintain it

It's really fuck the police

And I'd write that in my statement

Here for cheddar

All of the cheese

Even the feta

No games

Double the checks

Chess and checkers

Big time

Real strides

Big steppa

I'm going far in sha'Allah like I'm going to Mecca