Jordans
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Got the jordans on me they are not high tops
A fuck that we will never give is like it pops
Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
I like bitches in Air Maxes without socks
Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Couple of wet whips that I ride like a yacht
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
True, indeed, I don't rep no block
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not
Fuck that job been around that block
Try and pull me over, I will not stop
Believe me I'mma be your God
You know this future is getting Odd
So take the stage just show me what you got
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
Free throws of money, bet you can't block
Murdered every bod from my squad
Yea
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
A fuck that we will never give is like it pops
We been out on the run hiding from the Cops
I let you know you dealing with dogs
The block is super hot
I'mma be your God
Yea
Aye
I got the shoes on my feet
Sometimes I think, what I need
The revolution will proceed
I'm way harder than concrete
Yea
Just spent some cash on some jordans
Aye
They gettin clips, they flippin bricks
Nowadays usually it's his pockets
Champion on my shirt, but im a kicks guy
Them other bitches smoke, they ain't this high
You other brothers can't deny
These haters need to know I got them Jordans
Aye
Got the jordans on me they are not high tops
A fuck that we will never give is like it pops
Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
I like bitches in Air Maxes without socks
Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops
I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
Couple of wet whips that I ride like a yacht
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
True, indeed, I don't rep no block
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not
Fuck that job been around that block
Try and pull me over, I will not stop
Believe me I'mma be your God
You know this future is getting Odd
So take the stage just show me what you got
Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not
Free throws of money, bet you can't block
Murdered every bod from my squad
Yea
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
A fuck that we will never give is like it pops
We been out on the run hiding from the Cops
I let you know you dealing with dogs
The block is super hot
I'mma be your God
Yea
Aye
I got the shoes on my feet
Sometimes I think, what I need
The revolution will proceed
I'm way harder than concrete
Yea
Just spent some cash on some jordans
Aye
They gettin clips, they flippin bricks
Nowadays usually it's his pockets
Champion on my shirt, but im a kicks guy
Them other bitches smoke, they ain't this high
You other brothers can't deny
These haters need to know I got them Jordans
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Pilley
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