It's, ballin' season don't need reason to beat em
I'm a demon with the ink eyes rollin' back like I'm sneezin'
I'm the king of my city boy I'm leadin' my region
If my dogs are turning on me then I get 'em for treason
Grab that fire hose for when I'm kickin' my flow
My team is always wit' me so we kick in your door
Dropped two EPs in 3 months you prolly couldn't do it once
When Brady is up pitchin' yeah you know they never bunt
I'm a, hit maker, the rap game's dictator
Took over by force, I'm Zim son, the invader
Fresh to death rockin' khakis and a windbreaker
Call me Michael Scott, the way I get paper
Yo capa get detated if you tryna run a fade
Talk down on me all you want but know I'm gettin' paid
It's tongue in cheek this ain't that mainstream sedated
I'm the greatest Ben Shapiro can't debate it
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
They say that we trash, but I gotta disagree
Next time you talkin' trash know I got racks on me
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
Ballin' Season, ay ay, Ballin' Season
Ballin' Season, ay, yeah, Ballin' Season
Ay I know I got that flow
Ain't nobody comin' close
Y'all in my sights like a crossbow
Pull the arrow let it fly
If I catch you in my sights better (reach for the sky)
They love to hate on me, they love to hate on me
What you gon' say to me, what you gon' say to me
When I'm on top I'm on fire, 400 degrees
I kill it with ease and do what I please
Pen rhymes so sick I might catch a disease
I think I like a special soccer player
After my last, it really feel like a prayer
Never turn on the crew, play fake ones like it's Clue
If we ain talking no more take a hint cause we through
Bringing it I wasn't giving it ain't no dismissin' it
I take the beat and I'm ripping it
Ty pick the sample he flipping it
And then to the people we givin' it
All this money we winnin' it
And then with the ghost we are thinnin' it
You know that heat I been dishin' it
And now with this line imma finish it
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
They say that we trash, but I gotta disagree
Next time you talkin' trash know I got racks on me
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
Ballin' Season, ay ay, Ballin' Season
Ballin' Season, ay, yeah, Ballin' Season
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It's, ballin' season don't need reason to beat em
I'm a demon with the ink eyes rollin' back like I'm sneezin'
I'm the king of my city boy I'm leadin' my region
If my dogs are turning on me then I get 'em for treason
Grab that fire hose for when I'm kickin' my flow
My team is always wit' me so we kick in your door
Dropped two EPs in 3 months you prolly couldn't do it once
When Brady is up pitchin' yeah you know they never bunt
I'm a, hit maker, the rap game's dictator
Took over by force, I'm Zim son, the invader
Fresh to death rockin' khakis and a windbreaker
Call me Michael Scott, the way I get paper
Yo capa get detated if you tryna run a fade
Talk down on me all you want but know I'm gettin' paid
It's tongue in cheek this ain't that mainstream sedated
I'm the greatest Ben Shapiro can't debate it
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
They say that we trash, but I gotta disagree
Next time you talkin' trash know I got racks on me
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
Ballin' Season, ay ay, Ballin' Season
Ballin' Season, ay, yeah, Ballin' Season
Ay I know I got that flow
Ain't nobody comin' close
Y'all in my sights like a crossbow
Pull the arrow let it fly
If I catch you in my sights better (reach for the sky)
They love to hate on me, they love to hate on me
What you gon' say to me, what you gon' say to me
When I'm on top I'm on fire, 400 degrees
I kill it with ease and do what I please
Pen rhymes so sick I might catch a disease
I think I like a special soccer player
After my last, it really feel like a prayer
Never turn on the crew, play fake ones like it's Clue
If we ain talking no more take a hint cause we through
Bringing it I wasn't giving it ain't no dismissin' it
I take the beat and I'm ripping it
Ty pick the sample he flipping it
And then to the people we givin' it
All this money we winnin' it
And then with the ghost we are thinnin' it
You know that heat I been dishin' it
And now with this line imma finish it
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
They say that we trash, but I gotta disagree
Next time you talkin' trash know I got racks on me
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
Ballin' Season, ay ay, Ballin' Season
Ballin' Season, ay, yeah, Ballin' Season
I'm a demon with the ink eyes rollin' back like I'm sneezin'
I'm the king of my city boy I'm leadin' my region
If my dogs are turning on me then I get 'em for treason
Grab that fire hose for when I'm kickin' my flow
My team is always wit' me so we kick in your door
Dropped two EPs in 3 months you prolly couldn't do it once
When Brady is up pitchin' yeah you know they never bunt
I'm a, hit maker, the rap game's dictator
Took over by force, I'm Zim son, the invader
Fresh to death rockin' khakis and a windbreaker
Call me Michael Scott, the way I get paper
Yo capa get detated if you tryna run a fade
Talk down on me all you want but know I'm gettin' paid
It's tongue in cheek this ain't that mainstream sedated
I'm the greatest Ben Shapiro can't debate it
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
They say that we trash, but I gotta disagree
Next time you talkin' trash know I got racks on me
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
Ballin' Season, ay ay, Ballin' Season
Ballin' Season, ay, yeah, Ballin' Season
Ay I know I got that flow
Ain't nobody comin' close
Y'all in my sights like a crossbow
Pull the arrow let it fly
If I catch you in my sights better (reach for the sky)
They love to hate on me, they love to hate on me
What you gon' say to me, what you gon' say to me
When I'm on top I'm on fire, 400 degrees
I kill it with ease and do what I please
Pen rhymes so sick I might catch a disease
I think I like a special soccer player
After my last, it really feel like a prayer
Never turn on the crew, play fake ones like it's Clue
If we ain talking no more take a hint cause we through
Bringing it I wasn't giving it ain't no dismissin' it
I take the beat and I'm ripping it
Ty pick the sample he flipping it
And then to the people we givin' it
All this money we winnin' it
And then with the ghost we are thinnin' it
You know that heat I been dishin' it
And now with this line imma finish it
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
They say that we trash, but I gotta disagree
Next time you talkin' trash know I got racks on me
Coach Z and Yungdahl, leadin' the team
But we better than that, wait next season we'll see
Ballin' Season, ay ay, Ballin' Season
Ballin' Season, ay, yeah, Ballin' Season
Writer: Brady Whitmer, Tyler Howardell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid