Jordan 3's

I got keys comin' from overseas Ignition foreign exchange lane switchin' Talk the same shit I said different That's the difference Them niggas pussy footin' They ain't pimpin' Them bitches 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 bitch 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 nigga Homeboy just livin' Yeah Comin at you live Fly, wicked So we can only kick it if you high Bitches 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 bitch like a newborn my nigga