Gimmo T - Got The Ball Lyrics
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    Got The Ball

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    [Piano Intro]

    (Chorus)
    Mmh, yeah, I got the ball
    Mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it
    Came a long way (Yo) from the kids in the comments
    Young Gimmo T goin' off feel like Russell I'm good
    Talm bout we ain't getting outta the hood
    Bitch, I ain't never even been around it (Yo)
    One time those who be losin' the loudest
    I'm tryna figure out how you so pussy

    (Verse 1)
    And don't even know what it feel like
    That must mean you were born as a feline
    It ain't true (yo) that you are what you eat
    Cause you don't look very much like my testicles
    I might jus' piss on my haters i trickle
    No fair, why is Gimmo T lit though?
    It's a monster (yo) you could do this shit hoe
    Nah Gimmo T Imma get mad at hate
    Baby stop playing his music is lame
    Or maybe that's not how it goes
    And maybe (yo) my music is shit
    But somehow I'm lit, wherever I go
    Somehow I still got a bad ass bitch
    Somehow I'm on Spotify radio, bro
    Man (yo) how the fire of my flow still comin on thought bitch Instagram post

    (Chorus)
    Mmh, yeah, I got the ball
    Mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it
    Came a long way (Yo) from the kids in the comments
    Young Gimmo T goin' off feel like Russell I'm good
    Talm bout we ain't getting outta the hood
    Bitch, I ain't never even been around it (Yo)
    One time those who be losin' the loudest
    I'm tryna figure out why you so mad

    (Verse 2)
    These Vancouver rappers kinda wack (Yo)
    Pitiful seein' a movie like that
    Go 'head send me some shots on your tracks
    Jus' make sure to return your lil' style intact
    They be rappin to be somewhere else
    They ain't rappin' to get it for real (Yo)
    How you gon' snitch on yourself just to tell everybody on [visco?] you grippin' the steel?

    (Verse 3)
    You won't push the game to its limits I will
    The haters done put me to sleep like Nyquil
    They (Yo) sound like some janitors talkin' some shit
    I can't give a shit I'm constipated bitch
    My pockets is thick, the spot got me lit
    My bitch got me brick, these virgins got chips on they shoulders (yo)
    I'm fittin' to flex a bit on em I ain't givin' up like they wanna
    Mmh, yeah I don't smoke marijuana
    My bag used to have quite the herbal aroma
    You thought I was gon' hate (yo) the hook I ain't gonna
    They call it the bridge theoretical nonsense
    Drop this shit hoe city been gone since August 9 was October or somethin
    Bro my bitch (yo) had to dodge her momma
    All good now but it caused some drama

    (Chorus)
    Mmh, yeah, I got the ball
    Mmh, yeah, they want me to drop it
    Came a long way (Yo) from the kids in the comments
    Young Gimmo T goin' off feel like Russell I'm good
    Talm bout we ain't getting outta the hood
    Bitch, I ain't never even been around it (Yo)
    One time those who be losin' the loudest
    I can't be bothered to figure it out (Figure it out)

    [Piano Outro]

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