Ballin’ Like Jordan Bonus Track by Tay Capone Lyrics
[Hook]
I say I’m balling like Jordan
Pull up in that foreign
My squad, we be touring
I fucked your bitch and she boring
What I’m smoking imported
My bitch she imported
This lean got me snoring
But I don’t care, I keep pouring
‘Cause I be balling like Jordan
I’m balling like Jordan
My squad, we be touring
I fucked your bitch and she boring
But I’m balling like Jordan
I’m balling like Jordan
This lean got me snoring
But I don’t care, I keep pouring
‘Cause I be balling like Jordan
[Verse 1]
So high, I be soaring
My bitch look like [?] so fuck her ’til the morning
My boys kill with no warning
Bullets rain, they be storming
My killers be scoring
A lot of Mamas be mourning
But I be balling like Jordan
Pass the mac like I’m Pippen
My young boys they be tripping
They shoot him up, have you limping
Come and spray where you living
Leave your brains in the kitchen
Perfect aim, ain’t no missing
Stop trying to bang with them killers
Catch a body a day
Shoot a tommy or k
Drive the ‘Rari [?]
Man it’s so sorry to say
Silent clips, we don’t play
Ratchet clip to your face
Mask on over my face
I don’t got time for the jakes
But I’m balling like Michael
Shooting on sight, play with me, try to fight then I’m taking your life
While I’m selling the white got the [?] out all night
With the scope see a nigga like watching on Skype
Better not come with a knife ‘cause I’m driving the pipe
And I’m smoking on dope, got me high as a kite
Shoot him up in this, I make the opp see the light
And you gon’ get left and right
[Hook]
I say I’m balling like Jordan
Pull up in that foreign
My squad, we be touring
I fucked your bitch and she boring
What I’m smoking imported
My bitch she imported
This lean got me snoring
But I don’t care, I keep pouring
‘Cause I be balling like Jordan
I’m balling like Jordan
My squad, we be touring
I fucked your bitch and she boring
But I’m balling like Jordan
I’m balling like Jordan
This lean got me snoring
But I don’t care, I keep pouring
‘Cause I be balling like Jordan
[Verse 1]
So high, I be soaring
My bitch look like [?] so fuck her ’til the morning
My boys kill with no warning
Bullets rain, they be storming
My killers be scoring
A lot of Mamas be mourning
But I be balling like Jordan
Pass the mac like I’m Pippen
My young boys they be tripping
They shoot him up, have you limping
Come and spray where you living
Leave your brains in the kitchen
Perfect aim, ain’t no missing
Stop trying to bang with them killers
Catch a body a day
Shoot a tommy or k
Drive the ‘Rari [?]
Man it’s so sorry to say
Silent clips, we don’t play
Ratchet clip to your face
Mask on over my face
I don’t got time for the jakes
But I’m balling like Michael
Shooting on sight, play with me, try to fight then I’m taking your life
While I’m selling the white got the [?] out all night
With the scope see a nigga like watching on Skype
Better not come with a knife ‘cause I’m driving the pipe
And I’m smoking on dope, got me high as a kite
Shoot him up in this, I make the opp see the light
And you gon’ get left and right
[Hook]