Bitch, gimme the ball, I'm shootin' my shot Shit gotta fall if I shoot it a lot
Focused on growth, but they stand on my toes Don't need designer, I'm thriftin' my clothes
They in the club while I'm in the stu Just work on a song that don't nobody know
You wanna go out, but I don't wanna go Bro at the door askin', who do you know
I don't know no one to tell you the truth But I don't wanna see you outside of my show
Your girl is a ho, but that's none of my business Hittin' it raw, I bet your shit itches
Murdered the beat, but it came back alive Somebody get a prescription, ayy
Bro need a brick, so I call up Ben Simmons All of my shit, it be mint in condition
You wanna verse, you can pay my tuition No, I'm gon' ball like I play for the Pistons
I'm just a man on a mission Mission to get to the bag
So focused on what's comin' next You f*ck up a bag that you already had
Never the one that's gon' brag And I'm never the one that's gon' boast
Get to the top with me, I put it on God I'll ring us a toast, ayy
Back in my bag and I'm back in the mix Everyone know that I'm makin' these hits
Patek Philippe on the back of my wrist You can't look away when it shine and it glitz
Pass interference to get to the paper I need to build me a crib in Jamaica
Beat up the pack, Brian Ortega And I get every call, Lakers, ayy
I'm in the back jacuzzi I be the judge, Judy
I told that bitch, sue me, go get out the way, excuse me
Danny Megs - Gimme The Ball Lyrics
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Bitch, gimme the ball, I'm shootin' my shot Shit gotta fall if I shoot it a lot
Focused on growth, but they stand on my toes Don't need designer, I'm thriftin' my clothes
They in the club while I'm in the stu Just work on a song that don't nobody know
You wanna go out, but I don't wanna go Bro at the door askin', who do you know
I don't know no one to tell you the truth But I don't wanna see you outside of my show
Your girl is a ho, but that's none of my business Hittin' it raw, I bet your shit itches
Murdered the beat, but it came back alive Somebody get a prescription, ayy
Bro need a brick, so I call up Ben Simmons All of my shit, it be mint in condition
You wanna verse, you can pay my tuition No, I'm gon' ball like I play for the Pistons
I'm just a man on a mission Mission to get to the bag
So focused on what's comin' next You f*ck up a bag that you already had
Never the one that's gon' brag And I'm never the one that's gon' boast
Get to the top with me, I put it on God I'll ring us a toast, ayy
Back in my bag and I'm back in the mix Everyone know that I'm makin' these hits
Patek Philippe on the back of my wrist You can't look away when it shine and it glitz
Pass interference to get to the paper I need to build me a crib in Jamaica
Beat up the pack, Brian Ortega And I get every call, Lakers, ayy
I'm in the back jacuzzi I be the judge, Judy
I told that bitch, sue me, go get out the way, excuse me
Focused on growth, but they stand on my toes Don't need designer, I'm thriftin' my clothes
They in the club while I'm in the stu Just work on a song that don't nobody know
You wanna go out, but I don't wanna go Bro at the door askin', who do you know
I don't know no one to tell you the truth But I don't wanna see you outside of my show
Your girl is a ho, but that's none of my business Hittin' it raw, I bet your shit itches
Murdered the beat, but it came back alive Somebody get a prescription, ayy
Bro need a brick, so I call up Ben Simmons All of my shit, it be mint in condition
You wanna verse, you can pay my tuition No, I'm gon' ball like I play for the Pistons
I'm just a man on a mission Mission to get to the bag
So focused on what's comin' next You f*ck up a bag that you already had
Never the one that's gon' brag And I'm never the one that's gon' boast
Get to the top with me, I put it on God I'll ring us a toast, ayy
Back in my bag and I'm back in the mix Everyone know that I'm makin' these hits
Patek Philippe on the back of my wrist You can't look away when it shine and it glitz
Pass interference to get to the paper I need to build me a crib in Jamaica
Beat up the pack, Brian Ortega And I get every call, Lakers, ayy
I'm in the back jacuzzi I be the judge, Judy
I told that bitch, sue me, go get out the way, excuse me
Writer: Daniel Meginley
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