96 Jordan

Lyrics

[Intro] Alright KrispyLife, it's with a K, dumb bitch [Verse] Drunk some cut yesterday, I need a Vernors or some Benadryl One of them ones from my city, that's why I got a deal Touched half a ticket off of rip, I'm tryna get a mil' Ain't been asleep in three days, I just woke up, I'm tryna get the feel Hit your baby mama without no condom, yeah, I'm for the drama Drop fifty on your team, I'm the Black Mamba Then you hear me screechin' off, fishtailin' in a black Charger You took the badges off that V6, that's a cap Charger We cut niggas' water off who can't keep it solid Only hit the bank to make withdrawals and large deposits You be in that bitch askin' for loans, nigga I'm on Zillow with your bitch, tryna buy your home, nigga Oh, that's how I got the address Talkin' 'bout what you did in '05, nigga, that's past tense The top of my stove touchscreen, this the glass bitch And my Glock got that one thing on her, this the fast bitch You niggas loose as hell, straight open like a sandal Wanna speak cash, well, we can talk, bitch, I'm Tevin Campbell I ain't buyin' no exotic bully, I'm finna buy a mammal Fuck it, get a passport, hit Ibiza, I'm finna buy a camel My bitch tryna get high, where Reece Money at? Got a forty-year-old with good coochie, call her my Thunder Katt I'm 'bout to break her pussy off a Perc' and a hundred pack Get creative and choke my bitch up with the luggage strap Don't play with me, I know where you live, folks I cut a rival gang member drugs, how you feel, loc? Bro been havin' prescriptions since we was kids, he the pill G.O.A.T.​​ I did this shit without my— I'm the real G.O.A.T.​​ Makin' plays out in Grand Blanc You brought your dirty bitch to the beach and made the sand stink I bet you dig in your bitch ass and then your hand stink You ain't got no room to talk about nobody, your crib on Land Bank Damn, I should make a bid My nigga got caught with a brick, now he doin' a bid I just spent five hundred for my bitch wig The hoes don't wanna fuck with my nigga, he keep firin' them SIGs The box on the chop look like an interface I ain't really into your— alright I don't really like your pussy, baby, I'm just into face Don't nobody trust you, seen your name in that nigga case I got an auntie that's thirty-eight and she a dyke He got popped before he threw a punch, they ain't see the fight He died in another city, he ain't see his flight Hit a brick with that hee-hee, they ain't see the Mike I'm on the Northside where they cook crack at My nigga got a gun hold four-fives, where your MAC at? Let me see your pussy, I'm tryna pack that At the casino, bettin' my pockets playin' blackjack