Jordan Shoes Lyrics

Come on, put your shoes on

It's time to get to work

My lil' nigga he be trippin', he be bustin' off them purses

My side bitch she a thug, she got the Glocky in her skirt

He was in the Hellcat but now he ridin' in a Hearse

Yo last nigga did you bad but bitch I'm finna do you worse

Annie fuckin with the pill, she gotta be my favorite nurse

Hold on, with my fit I put my chain on

Finna touch a mill ticket, gotta put the gang on

Before I fuck a bitch I gotta turn my song on

Try to talk me down on the price, get your ass on

Hop out, up the Glock on em take a nigga down

Put the pot on the stove, that's my unky favorite sound

If a nigga say its up it's on the floor, it's on the ground

They wasn't fuckin' with me then, but they fuckin' with me now

That one nigga talkin' crazy till we rolled em in a Leaf

Two-steppin' on a dead-op and broke my left knee

Put the chicken on the nigga since he thinkin' that it's beef

My young nigga cold-hearted but he always keep the heat

In the trap, finna make a profit off a fiend

Bape shirt off the Jordan shoes and the stacked jeans

Tropicana lemonade, I'm finna mix it with the lean

Up that big bitch if I catch him on the scene