Текст песни Jordan & Pippen (feat. Brdwy Ev) - Veyster

I am the king
I want the bag about to get it
Lean all up in my kidneys
Ayy, Veyster

I want the bag about to get it
Lean all up in my kitchen
Codeine running to my liver
Gotta stop before he kill me
She ask me why I'm always high
I said I like the feeling
I be off the gas
That's when I feel like I'm the real me
I just painted that bitch face and then you kissed her
Niggas filthy
Ran it up so fast
20, 30, 40, 50
My foot down to the.
I ain't stopping for no ticket
Bitch rock with the hot nigga
Till he not, Larsa Pippen

Had to cut some homies off
Cause they was fucking with some snakes
I can tell he not real
He blending in with the fakes
Goofy hit me for the gas
So I gave him all the shake
Bro said we finna slide
Let me go take off the plates
See the lights
Get behind us
Gotta take off on the jakes
Nah, I can't stop at 12
They tryna put us in that cage
He be tryna save the hoes
Someone give us ass a cape
I can't love a bitch
Nah
I can't take her on a date
I'm just chasing chicken
Tryna stack up all this paper
Yeah, I need my pockets fat
That's why I'm getting all this cake
Yeah, acting like it's love
But I know it's really hate
Yeah, I can't trust nobody
Yeah, these people hella fake

Yeah, these people hella fake
I can't trust nobody
Yeah, these people hella fake

Yeah, these people hella fake
Windows tinted
Stop the hate
Got like 50 in the safe
I spent a hundred on my plate
Niggas fold I should've knew
That wasn't you
Doccy on his way to the bag
He asked me if I'm coming to
I told her if she fuck my mans, I'm not touching you, lil' boo
Told that bitch we know the thing
I can't really get committed
Bitch, I'm winning
I hop in that bitch
The wheels steady spinning
My first bitch cross me
I'm a dime
How you ain't get it
I know that you gon' miss me when I'm up and I'm not tripping
I'm the type to get 10 bands
Next day, steady flip it
I'ma go getter
Lil' nigga, I can stack the chicken
I eat five star
You in the line
That church chicken
Steady snitching
To avoid getting convicted
I don't get it
I don't get it

I've been stuck up on this road
I'm just trying to get some chicken
If we getting caught, stay silent
Never snitching
Don't fuck with the opps
Might get violent if you tripping
Balling like I'm Jordan
And my bro like Scottie Pippen
Pack touchdown
Get it gone
I'ma flip it
I just started balling
Got the rock up on my pivot
Staying on 10
I keep my head up on a swivel
Nah, I can't be fucking with you
You bring randos to the spizzle

I'm with some rich niggas
I hit a lick
Don't have to split it
I'm a real nigga
Like shit, I still split it
You said you want a burger
Just let me know if you can flip it
I know these niggas mad
They out to get me
I don't get it
I'm Mr. Slip It In
Yo bitch dripping
I ain't lick it
Steady talking bout some pack
Like nigga, let me know to ticket

Ay, lil freak bitch
Eat me up just like some Skittles
You not really getting bags
Yeah, I know your chicken little
Bitch, I'm balling in the field
Like my last name was Kittle
Uh, I'ma keep it rolling till I hear that final whistle
If he playing with me, I'ma put him in the spittle
I'm just trying to run it up
Rapping on these instrumentals
I don't want the sex
Just put my dick up in a dental
Uh, I can't trust these bitches
They be playing with my mental
Bitch, I could've lost my brother
But them bullets barely missed him
Always off exotic
Had a little weed up in my system
Damn
Lost my dog, I really miss him
Damn
Now it got me reminiscing

Got me reminiscing about the pints I've been sipping
It's crazy, I just lost my pops
Damn, I really miss him
Uh
I ain't crying, lil nigga
I don't need no fucking tissue