No Jumper

Lyrics for 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 (Ayo, Mark A.) Ayy, ShittyBoyz