Jordan (feat. PlayaPosseStacks)

Ay, bitch (Jit cooked this one up) (Seeto, baby) I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23 Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me You can call me Mike Jack, I'm outside, and I'm shit talkin' Had to throw her outta the load and got the bitch walkin' Loadin' up my blower, I'm not vocal, hear my stick talkin' Run up on the side of a sucka and get him Crip walkin' And I know them suckas mad they be sayin' I be rap cappin' Ain't ya homie dead? LOL, what happened? Boston lows, 7.62s finna get clappin' Pull up on 'em silent, no sound, we finna get crackin' Pourin' up purple, I been sippin' on drank and shit Ain't talkin' Josh, but this whip got a Drac in it B-B-bitch, I'm on poin't like a motherfuckin' razor tip Smokin' on ganja, I've been smokin' that Jamaican shit I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23 Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me (Ay, first things first) Bitc-bitch we kill instigators, and I ain't really into talkin', I'm a demonstrator Your bitch suck on my wood she can't hit this paper Hit a nigga with a pump, I got a ventilator If you catch a body for me, you can get a favor When a pack come from Nolly, all you get if flavors I get on niggas just for their affiliation Last word that he heard, this one for the Haitian Posse Alabama finna run the nation My Glock all lives matter no discrimination Niggas hatin', I go crazy, this shit feel amazin' Another pack touch down, that's a celebration I be in an out-of-state, fuck your jet lag Money long nigga, I can let the check sag Head good, then a bitch might get a neck pad Big chop hawk, a nigga DK Metcalf I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23 Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me You can call me Mike Jack, I'm outside, and I'm shit talkin' Had to throw her outta the load and got the bitch walkin' Loadin' up my blower, I'm not vocal, hear my stick talkin' Run up on the side of a sucka and get him Crip walkin' And I know them suckas mad they be sayin' I be rap cappin' Ain't ya homie dead? LOL, what happened? Boston lows, 7.62s finna get clappin' Pull up on 'em silent, no sound, we finna get crackin' Pourin' up purple, I been sippin' on drank and shit Ain't talkin' Josh, but this whip got a Drac in it B-B-bitch, I'm on poin't like a motherfuckin' razor tip Smokin' on ganja, I've been smokin' that Jamaican shit I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23 Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in' his fuckin' teeth Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me