Jordan & Pippen ft. Brdwy Ev Lyrics

I am the king

I want the bag about to get it

Lean all up in my kidneys

Ayy, Veyster

I want the bag about to get it

Lean all up in my kitchen

Codeine running to my liver

Gotta stop before he kill me

She ask me why I'm always high

I said I like the feeling

I be off the gas

That's when I feel like I'm the real me

I just painted that bitch face and then you kissed her

Niggas filthy

Ran it up so fast

20, 30, 40, 50

My foot down to the..

I ain't stopping for no ticket

Bitch rock with the hot nigga

Till he not, Larsa Pippen

Had to cut some homies off

Cause they was fucking with some snakes

I can tell he not real

He blending in with the fakes

Goofy hit me for the gas

So I gave him all the shake

Bro said we finna slide

Let me go take off the plates

See the lights

Get behind us

Gotta take off on the jakes

Nah, I can't stop at 12

They tryna put us in that cage

He be tryna save the hoes

Someone give us ass a cape

I can't love a bitch

Nah

I can't take her on a date

I'm just chasing chicken

Tryna stack up all this paper

Yeah, I need my pockets fat

That's why I'm getting all this cake

Yeah, acting like it's love

But I know it's really hate

Yeah, I can't trust nobody

Yeah, these people hella fake

Yeah, these people hella fake

I can't trust nobody

Yeah, these people hella fake

Yeah, these people hella fake

Windows tinted

Stop the hate

Got like 50 in the safe

I spent a hundred on my plate

Niggas fold I should've knew

That wasn't you

Doccy on his way to the bag

He asked me if I'm coming to

I told her if she fuck my mans, I'm not touching you, lil' boo

Told that bitch we know the thing

I can't really get committed

Bitch, I'm winning

I hop in that bitch

The wheels steady spinning

My first bitch cross me

I'm a dime

How you ain't get it

I know that you gon' miss me when I'm up and I'm not tripping

I'm the type to get 10 bands

Next day, steady flip it

I'ma go getter

Lil' nigga, I can stack the chicken

I eat five star

You in the line

That church chicken

Steady snitching

To avoid getting convicted

I don't get it

I don't get it

I've been stuck up on this road

I'm just trying to get some chicken

If we getting caught, stay silent

Never snitching

Don't fuck with the opps

Might get violent if you tripping

Balling like I'm Jordan

And my bro like Scottie Pippen

Pack touchdown

Get it gone

I'ma flip it

I just started balling

Got the rock up on my pivot

Staying on 10

I keep my head up on a swivel

Nah, I can't be fucking with you

You bring randos to the spizzle

I'm with some rich niggas

I hit a lick

Don't have to split it

I'm a real nigga

Like shit, I still split it

You said you want a burger

Just let me know if you can flip it

I know these niggas mad

They out to get me

I don't get it

I'm Mr. Slip It In

Yo bitch dripping

I ain't lick it

Steady talking bout some pack

Like nigga, let me know to ticket

Ay, lil freak bitch

Eat me up just like some Skittles

You not really getting bags

Yeah, I know your chicken little

Bitch, I'm balling in the field

Like my last name was Kittle

Uh, I'ma keep it rolling till I hear that final whistle

If he playing with me, I'ma put him in the spittle

I'm just trying to run it up

Rapping on these instrumentals

I don't want the sex

Just put my dick up in a dental

Uh, I can't trust these bitches

They be playing with my mental

Bitch, I could've lost my brother

But them bullets barely missed him

Always off exotic

Had a little weed up in my system

Damn

Lost my dog, I really miss him

Damn

Now it got me reminiscing

Got me reminiscing about the pints I've been sipping

It's crazy, I just lost my pops

Damn, I really miss him

Uh

I ain't crying, lil nigga

I don't need no fucking tissue