Jordan Year

These n***as tripping they gon' end up fucking missing cause' they playing
I' get up wit anybody bitch ass n***a what you saying
Why my name in bitches mouth when they can't even show a band
Murda' Man he'll get you hit just for a bag and turn up bad
Any whip I drive fast
Young n*gga I be stuntin' I took his bitch thats why he mad
Bitch I'm picky bout my hoes I like em red brown and bad
Got all these bands inside my pants the only reason that I sag
I'll send a hit and go lay up wit' my bitch, n*gga
Don't come to me with bullshit I'm getting rich, n*gga
Don't got a budget I'll spend thousands on my fits n*gga
You drop a diss I'll turn round and make yo momma sick n*gga
What's unknown ain't for the known
Bitch at home I got the chrome
Paranoid I'm tweaking bad my house to big to be alone n*gga just what I'm on & what I did was set in stone
Talk bout my kids and bitch it's on MURDER now bitch let's tweak its on
I'm moving like a rolling stone I got that drac I'm heading home I'm in my mirror try to follow windows down you getting blowed last n***a that fucking played with me he got his soul stole (Fucking soul stole) I got this rollie on my wrist we bang yo' bitch getting rolled on
Move right or get left 30 on me called steph cop a 30 thru' your jersey Shooting n***as ass to death, Don't put no plastic clips in Glocks cause when I bang them bitches melt
Bitch anyway I got that chop I'm hopping out & chasing him n*ggas talk but not outside but get on live they ready to beef like they doing this and that n*gga merched last time they swung that heat, In atlanta with them straps right now i'm up bitch come to me we done fucked you n***as up the fuck y'all still talk about this beef
Don't even know what car to pick my bitches say I'm buying shit I done fucked up and all this bitch is say is dot a lying bitch. I'll tell the truth right now I'm high baby a live I ain't lit, I know this bitch a freak she acting shy right now cause' I ain't hit. Name a hat that we ain't got n***as mad cause' dot on top before the rap I done hopped out on feet to hit up n***as cars say shit capiche a n***a play with me the type to take it far soul reaper northside where I be stay tinted with a chop. Fuck you bitch know you can't stand me fuck yo block & fuck yo mammy. Got all up on my own yeah I'm the one who get shit handled look at my diamonds shit here glisten they hit the lights these bitches dancing my bitch just told me she gonna leave I gotta turn this [?] Bitch them hits is never playing all this shit just freeform' They gon' have to rush his ass since he wanna be hard this a brand new choppa I want another soul it ain't no bodies on this drac' yet lets lose its V-Card for that hat a reward got bitches in B-More. Ooh how this drac' roar he thought it was a C4 you ain't got no fucking stripes
Hell you dissin' me for
Draco leave a n***a ass lazy like he E-Gor