No Jumper

(Ayo, Mark A.)

Yeah

You missing clutch shots in the-bi-, I mean, hold on

Yeah, huh, yeah

You missing free shots in the clutch, you like Paul George

Bitch tugging on my dick, I told her, "Bae, it's all yours"

Turn my bully on her, get to shooting, I'm a small forward

She been eating dick for seven hours, damn, my balls sore

Linked up with Mark, every time I do that, it's a classic

Scoring champ, pulled the MAC-11 out and hit his basket

ShittyBoyz, we on the Lodge tryna see who whip the fastest

Coach always knew I was a shooter, brought that bitch to practice

Three-point challenge, me and gang pulling up from deep

Dee said, "It's pape' on the floor, pull up on the East"

I'm with hellhounds, think my bullies need a leash

Like its bail out, chain water, fuck a Jesus piece

Fuck, I'm losing balance off this zaza

7.62s, .223s for the ra-ra

Magician with the Visas, take the 101 and voilà

Pretty bitch ain't got a chest, I had to buy her tatas

Wockiana in the Mountain Dew, it's a Baja smash

On-court coach, but right now, no, I'm not gon' pass

Caught a corn at the movies and we popped his ass

Thinking with his dick, two hoes finna lob his ass

Huh, up top where he finna go

Tron Stockton, see the mailman, that's a give-and-go

28 Amiris, forty K left me pigeon-toed

Three hundred blackouts like a brush, they'll twist his 'fro

My salon is cutting bangs while I bust juggs

Blowing Turtle Pie on No-Jumper, it was fuck drugs

Thinking that y'all deep, get that seven-seater crunched up

Brodie want revenge, got a Glocky, better tuck something

Pull and put 'em out, someone put him in an ashtray

Something like, I'm Jordan, I'ma win it in my last game

Getting famous, some stayed cool, the other half changed

Smart bitch gave me top and left with a half brain

Diving out the whip, shooting silent like I'm Max Payne

Doggy upping twenty K, it somebody taxes day

Fuck some pussy and some beef, I'm finna jack chase

Fuck some crab and some lobster, finna have steak

Fuck a taser, fuck a Glocky, I'ma grab K

Test tube freezing, cooking fire, it's a Lab. day

MVP like, shit, what the stats say?

Bitch talking 'bout a ring, can never get my last name

Bitch talking 'bout a ring, ain't worth a gram of Wedding Cake

In a widebody, finna go so fast, the pedal break

It's fucked up, I had to scam to elevate

It's fucked up, you still worried 'bout the hoes instead of pape'

It's fucked up, I'm fucked up off the '42

Four thousand dollar fit, bitch, that's like forty blues

Looking for some coffee cups, I'm in Tim Hortons blew

If I walk in with my chain, she gon' more than choose

Huh, swear to God you gon' more than lose

Crib big as hell, I don't think you could afford a room

2002 whip you in, you can't afford a zoom

Thousand dollar cup, act rude, get it poured on you

Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz

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(Ayo, Mark A.)

Ayy, ShittyBoyz