Jumpman - Honey C, T Rell

Jordan in the 90s

Jor-jordan in the 90s

Jordan in the 90s

Jor-jordan in the 90s

I be on a move fam

I was coming home with some new bands, every show a youngin' leave with new fans

I gotta hustle cause' I got too much to lose fam

Old friends who got new plans, but now I know more than I knew then

I see them hating nigga, screw them

I ain’t looking at them hoes

I’m looking through them

Realest bitches do it

Mama said she always fucking knew it

Dream it then pursue it

Wake them niggas up like who this?

Watch what you tell these hoes, bitches can’t be trusted is what I tell my bros

Smarten up is what i tell my folks, never will i sell my soul, I’m too fly,

bitch

Came through stuntin

Keep it 100

I ain’t worry ‘bout no nigga

Too busy getting money

Throw them racks up

Watch it all fall

Jordan in the 90s

Nigga I ball

When I tell you ass jump jump

Bitch you better you jump jump

When I catch you, don’t front front

When I tell you ass jump jump

Bitch you better you jump jump

When I catch you, don’t front front

Call the shots I’m a boss bitch, if you got a problem you can meet me in my

office

You ain’t talking no money, you ain’t a topic

Couple months grinding, couple months in the tropics

Bitch, I been bout the profit, all you broke niggas be the softest

The real ones never gossip, fuck if he say he down, I stay cautious

I feel no way for no bitch, no way I’m gon' quit, no way he gon' hit

I lay your whole clique, then spray your whole clique

I slayed the whole brick nigga

Best believe I kill for my bitches, even got a will for my bitches

Your weak ass never chill with my bitches, why the fuck you still in my

business?

Nigga I’m from H G C

Feel like Phil when I wore them 3s

Word around the hood yeah they all know me

Word around town yeah I swerve the rarai

Get your money LA king nigga raise the banner

When a real nigga coming through you show some manners

When a real nigga coming through you change your grammar

When a real nigga coming through you raise your camera

Roll with a 3 piece ‘bout to do some damage

Sharp shooter Reggie Miller nigga I can manage

Yeah yeah nigga I can manage

But who would have thought my bitch made a million

I didn’t plan it

Yeah yeah

Jump jump nigga

Tiny nitty, lil punch ain’t scared of no nigga

Honey sweet sweet cocaine no liquor

Relly Rell here to murder every nigga

Jordan in the 90s

Jor-jordan in the 90s

Jordan in the 90s

Jor-jordan in the 90s

Jor-jor-jor-jor-jordan in the 90s

Jor-jor-jor-jor-jordan in the 90s