B.O.M.

Had to lock it down for the whole team
I'm not playing games, need the whole thing
Imma rock the change like a gold ring
Had to rearrange all my old dreams
Why you gotta talk so dangerous
Ran up on the block, so famous
Pull up to the block in the latest
Wonder why the kid ain't made it
Say she want a pregame theme song
Imma go flex, no ring on
Every single move outrageous
They won't ever hit the level we on

"Young kid made it out the city", that's all I need (all I need)
She watching every move wanna, wanna ball like me (ball like me)
Ball like, ball like me, wanna ball like me (ball like me)
Ball like, ball like me, wanna ball like

I can't even flex though
She telling me to let go
Double text all "XO"
Imma rock it all retro
This is not a payback, no sir
Its like I get the least with the most work
That's why I act like I don't know her...
Imma hit the game, I won't bak out
Prolly do the most in your face with the racks out
Imma have to coast in the race 'fore I black out
Imma hit the floor to the bank when I max out
Y'all don't have to gage where I stand, this the intro
Imma keep it straight when they're asking what I'm in for
Figured out the problem and its all on me
Now she wanna, wanna ball on me

Wanna ball on me (ball on me)
Ball on me, wanna ball on me, wanna ball on me (ball on me)



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Richard Patterson
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