King Louie - Michael Jordan lyrics

Niggas ain't on nothing
Don't you're missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they're forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like I'm tall
Call me Michael Jordan
Niggas ain't on nothing
Don't you're missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they're forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like I'm tall
Call me Michael Jordan

Doing all this flexing
I should have a weapon so I got a weapon
I shoot once when I squeeze once
This bitch will have me for lunch
She knock me down while I smoke four blunts
Last bitch I fuck was a mispree
And ain't give a fuck since my ten speed
Girl, we gonna do money with the liquory
Tell the bitch to the stuff are more empties
All black everything when you see me
You just may smell me before you see me
All pack y'all smoking on keysha
Just dig feeder, I don't need her
Mix 30 soda with my feeder
Got on Fendy and Gucci on the same time
Me and dirt baught the bitch
With the same line, i'm like sweat on the G
It's like a hate line
I told the bitch the same
Thing the last night
I ain't mean for the bitch
But it ain't right
Tell em broke niggas stopping
Like the red lights
Automatic, fully loaded with a red light
All is dope in this drink, I'm a new high
You're the square nigga left
You don't do right

Niggas ain't on nothing
Don't you're missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they're forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like I'm tall
Call me Michael Jordan
Niggas ain't on nothing
Don't you're missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they're forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like I'm tall
Call me Michael Jordan

Flexing is a hobby, my new bitch- a hotie
Bitch call me Lou Gatti
Got a bitch named Bugati
Got a bitch arrive in the Honda
Two katies in the thunder
Caught me in my two cups
Two fours got me to stop
Mix matching designer, you should
Call me sana, ho-ho-ho, I got three hoes
Ain't it cool but I got four dopes
I shoot a nigga like a photo
Even though your bitch don't know me
She still getting head, imulging
Thrifts getting low like atante, cook a
Nigga brain like an omlet
Leave a nigga really on some dumb shit
Grind through stripe throw some hard shit
Thirty open heads on my gun shift
Shoot a nigga in the stomach
Now you need a bag when you go shit
Leave taugh that taugh shit
But ain't losing, busted

Niggas ain't on nothing
Don't you're missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they're forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like I'm tall
Call me Michael Jordan
Niggas ain't on nothing
Don't you're missing something?
Doing acting bumping
Now they're forest gumping
Pull up in some foreign
Bitch told me she forward
Balling like I'm tall
Call me Michael Jordan