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(Damn Dame, you tweaking on the beat)
Aye, woop, yuh, woop
Aye (Lil Meatball, what's that smell?)
Aye I'm going crazy on this beat
Look around, let me see your meat
Fuck around in the backseat, aye
Dick tastes like sugar so it's hella sweet
I'm only straight but I get inside his cheeks
Aye, Meatball what you doing on this beat?
Going stupid, I said "Let me sniff his seat"
Aye, switching up the flow, you know this shit is heat
You said you're here to meet a 14 year old boy?
He's here to meet a 14 year old boy
I'm Lil Meatball Boy, king of the sauce
My rhymes are so hot, they leave the haters at a cost
Coming for this dick, I can never be crossed
Fuck your bitch, suck your dad, then I get backshots
I'm from the streets where the concrete's hot
Got a heart made of steel and a mind that won't stop
I came from the bottom, now I'm on the top
And I'll never let anyone make me flop (Lil Meatball)
Aye, I'm gripping on my cock like a blick (aye)
Watch on my wrist like a clock, tock tick (tick tock)
Got a little hottie, give sloppy all on my dick
She got a good body, call her mommy, 'cause she too thick
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, bitch I'm icy (okay)
Like Ice Spice, her big old thighs finna entice me (yuh)
Cock enlargement device, that shit is kinda pricey
But I need it on my dick, 'cause that shit's way too tiny
I'm not Lil Meatball, my name is Big Shoe
Don't associate me, i'm not from his crew
That guy is hella gay, he swings the other way
He hits it from the back, then puts that shit away
They told me who let you inside
You ain't finna cook, acting like you bout to cry
He fucked the wrong guy bitch
Lil Meat a homie hopper 'til he die
Lil Meat said lemme put you on some heat (Meatball)
You know my man a lie (a lie)
He really thought he was gonna eat
But we said fuck nah we hate you goodbye (goodbye)
Fucking on your bitch like my name is Chris Rock
Homie came around and he tried to cockblock
Call me Sam Puckett, put the butter in a sock
I'm a slave owner so I own some crops
The call me Meatball so I'm hella sticky
No icky, I got the blicky with me
Running up the feature with Yung Spinach
Fucking on your bitch 'cause she in my business
I don't want none, I just want you
Meatball going up with my homie Big Shoe
I got some big balls, you know it's true
Meatball run it up, running up that revenue (Lil Meatball)
(Damn Dame, you tweaking on the beat)