Jordan 3's lyrics

I got keys comin' from overseas
Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin'
Talk the same sh*t I said different
That's the difference
Them n*ggas pus*y footin'
They ain't pimpin'
Them b*tches just looking and choosin' when they see a winner
Smart decision
Could've been with throwback Jack
Still ridin' spinners
Flyer than Delta
I can help ya
Get your weight up
Like the spotter raisin' the bar and the plates up
Writin' my raps by my trap b*tch in Decatur
Ass too round and fat to be a fake one
I'm makin' adjustments in preparations
While my program directors in my city
Are having a sleep over in the station
Pluck my ashes
Refuse to ass kiss
Slow mo in a fast whip
No socks my Stan Smith's
Summer time in the Winter
I'm fine my n*gga
Homeboy just livin'
Yeah
Comin at you live
Fly, wicked
So we can only kick it if you high
b*tches
Like they seen it before they recognize
I keep it G to a T
That is I
License my flyness
Drop jewels from the sky
That's my crib
Where I live
Walk with these Jordan 3's
You'll be aight slick
Peel off like a New Era sticker
Out that b*tch like a newborn my n*gga