Ballin' With No Jumper (feat. Kae)

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