Ballin' With No Jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Just wait on it 'cus I'm coming in
This for my blood, it's like I'm "boming in"
These niggas mad 'cus I get the bands, but I been the drummer man
Ha. and I'm reigning like I'm the thunder man
It's funny 'cus I sit at the top, I came from up under man
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, I walked in with a K, I'm tryna shoot some shit
Bullets ripping through your neck, I'm tryna do ya bitch
I can teach you how move the weight, I'm tryna school ya bitch
Why you acting all gangsta? And you got your pistol took
You ain't telling 'bout that shit, why you acting all scared now?
I can fuck any bitch, yeah I'm that guy
Ain't no competition with these boys, yeah they small fries
Fuck up on your sister, now she thinking this shit soul tied
Yeah, with a crib that look like hotel
I been getting cheese, just to mix it in with the Rotel
Heh... I was shooting but only 4 fell
These Niggas ask me why I be flying, 'cus I'ma propel
Dripping just like a Propel, hoping this shit gon' well
Tryna tell a nigga that my bag deeper than 'bout 4 wells
Pullin' up on scene with a circus, just to give a farewell
I elevate to higher points, never needed a stairwell
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, I grab the F&N for these fuck niggas
Shooters on stand by, like it's court side
I can switch that bitch up, with the left, or the right
I can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas ain't right
Me and JMeans in the van, smoking on somebody mans
I can't talk to brodie, 'cus I think he with the...
Ha, I can't talk to br-, 'cus I think he with the...
Ha, I can't talk to much, 'cus I think he with the feds now
You say you ballin' with no jumper, like you Adam
These bitches would still be sinning, even if they was Adam
I call these hoes Satan, splice niggas just like we atoms
Y'all shoot y'all shots on twitter, my shooters gon' really at 'em
Y'all niggas gon' see the pattern, I'm gettin' cake fuck the batter
Make Stevie really wonder if the family even matters
Don't be telling, don't go tattle, I be marching, it's a battle
Had to stop and cut the grass, 'cus I thought I heard a rattle
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, yo bitch, she gon' pull her thong down for J
Yeah, down for Kae
Yeah, we running up the money, yeah, we running up the cake
Yeah, she pull her thong down for Kae
Yeah, down for J
Yeah, niggas talking shit but this shit ain't no race
Yeah, I ball with no jumper, 'cus I pass the rock
Nah, this shit right here no joke so what you laughing 'bout?
Yeah, I ball with no jumper, I'm tryna sip the Woc'
Yeah, yo music really hard but that shit gon' flop
And yeah, I ball w no jumper cus I lay it up
I like it pink I like it purple, switch my flavors up
Yeah, I switch it up
Yeah, my cup full of purp' this a Prince cup
Yea we steppin' on ya yard, so put ya fence up
Feelin' like Master P, I got the hook up
We whippin' in the kitchen, finna cook up
Promoters wanna book us
Google me nigga, look up
Range Rover, with the Burberry seats, look how it lift up
We ain't even writing shit, no you cannot script us
Nigga we been grinding, so just look how long it took us
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Just wait on it 'cus I'm coming in
This for my blood, it's like I'm "boming in"
These niggas mad 'cus I get the bands, but I been the drummer man
Ha. and I'm reigning like I'm the thunder man
It's funny 'cus I sit at the top, I came from up under man
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, I walked in with a K, I'm tryna shoot some shit
Bullets ripping through your neck, I'm tryna do ya bitch
I can teach you how move the weight, I'm tryna school ya bitch
Why you acting all gangsta? And you got your pistol took
You ain't telling 'bout that shit, why you acting all scared now?
I can fuck any bitch, yeah I'm that guy
Ain't no competition with these boys, yeah they small fries
Fuck up on your sister, now she thinking this shit soul tied
Yeah, with a crib that look like hotel
I been getting cheese, just to mix it in with the Rotel
Heh... I was shooting but only 4 fell
These Niggas ask me why I be flying, 'cus I'ma propel
Dripping just like a Propel, hoping this shit gon' well
Tryna tell a nigga that my bag deeper than 'bout 4 wells
Pullin' up on scene with a circus, just to give a farewell
I elevate to higher points, never needed a stairwell
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, I grab the F&N for these fuck niggas
Shooters on stand by, like it's court side
I can switch that bitch up, with the left, or the right
I can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas ain't right
Me and JMeans in the van, smoking on somebody mans
I can't talk to brodie, 'cus I think he with the...
Ha, I can't talk to br-, 'cus I think he with the...
Ha, I can't talk to much, 'cus I think he with the feds now
You say you ballin' with no jumper, like you Adam
These bitches would still be sinning, even if they was Adam
I call these hoes Satan, splice niggas just like we atoms
Y'all shoot y'all shots on twitter, my shooters gon' really at 'em
Y'all niggas gon' see the pattern, I'm gettin' cake fuck the batter
Make Stevie really wonder if the family even matters
Don't be telling, don't go tattle, I be marching, it's a battle
Had to stop and cut the grass, 'cus I thought I heard a rattle
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, yo bitch, she gon' pull her thong down for J
Yeah, down for Kae
Yeah, we running up the money, yeah, we running up the cake
Yeah, she pull her thong down for Kae
Yeah, down for J
Yeah, niggas talking shit but this shit ain't no race
Yeah, I ball with no jumper, 'cus I pass the rock
Nah, this shit right here no joke so what you laughing 'bout?
Yeah, I ball with no jumper, I'm tryna sip the Woc'
Yeah, yo music really hard but that shit gon' flop
And yeah, I ball w no jumper cus I lay it up
I like it pink I like it purple, switch my flavors up
Yeah, I switch it up
Yeah, my cup full of purp' this a Prince cup
Yea we steppin' on ya yard, so put ya fence up
Feelin' like Master P, I got the hook up
We whippin' in the kitchen, finna cook up
Promoters wanna book us
Google me nigga, look up
Range Rover, with the Burberry seats, look how it lift up
We ain't even writing shit, no you cannot script us
Nigga we been grinding, so just look how long it took us
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
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Writer(s): Jalen Means
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