Jordan Rules

Uh You ain't gotta be white for this Kimber to give you a tan Uh, bid on the boss, double the cost, bam They sucking dick when you poppin', I know they gon' stop I want my advance Got these bitches jumpin' through the hoops to get closer to the PEG I'm fucking a fan Yeah, I fired my PR, that bitch was a loser More leather than money in hand Uh, I did not grow up with baby videos My mama could not afford cams These niggas be whiter than snow and they grow up That's why they relate to they fans Keep a hand in they face, when they shoot This Tiananmen Square, niggas tankin' the plans I was wrong when I said Dillon Brooks I'm a Billy Laimbeer kind of man Hoe, square up when you step in my lane I got Jordan rules to put you in the pan I be fuckin' my bitch to the side My side bitch bump Joey Valence At the Boiler Room, you could've died All these fuckers do not got no hands What you not— What you not gonna do is step up to my face with that playing Uh, out of my mind, I'm not out of thots Out of the pan, I'm whipping the pots Brain over pussy, thought out of the box All of you niggas is tender and soft AND1, point the foul out Shook that motherfucker right up out of his socks .45 to his lightbulb, Teddy Pendergrass We just turned that bitch off Fuck nigga I was born in the '80s, nigga I don't give a fuck about nothing you stupid ass niggas is doing Fuck y'all I got more choppas than crackers that don't trust the government Look what I'm— (Totin') We aim at your head You voted for Jill You a fed (Totin') Higher than healthcare Do some cardio Shot your boss like my brother was Mario (Murder) Choppers and pistols with automatics attached Next to katana like Joker (I'm ready to laugh) The Kimber a freak, band geek Keep the drum in her butt I know you niggas be jockin', the bitches be barkin' I'm ready to muzzle a mutt (Totin') Higher than healthcare Do some cardio Shot your boss like my brother was Mario Choppers and pistols with automatics attached Next to katana like Joker (I'm ready to murder) I was born in the '80s, nigga I don't give a fuck about none of you Twisted Tea sippin' punk bitch-ass niggas be doin' Y'all niggas is pie All of y'all Hahaha Born in the '80s Look I ain't gon' front, got that shit in my Pelican I break it down when I'm checkin' my ticket Eskimo bros with some niggas I'm better than Industry niggas all estrogen bitches White people copyin' culture I wanna be Trump since y'all wanna be niggas And how come your bitches be hittin' me up on the side 'cause she want her a nigga? How come they get so defensive when you call 'em out They don't wanna be— How much you hate that nigga? I hate him so much, I hope they die How much you hate this nigga? His daddy dead and his brother is pie How much you hate that nigga? I'm fucking his main, I'm working his sides Where's your patience, nigga? I ran out when he started runnin' up the lies How did you break this nigga? I took all my enemies names, I don't beef, I mime Your bitch, your house, your clout That's mine Them cars, them clothes, them hoes All mine I got these beats doing cardio El Generico, mask up and body hoes Don't flinch, don't move, don't breathe He dyin' for clout, press his funeral tee