3am.Lil - Jordan Poole Lyrics

Bitch, I am not passing the ball, Jordan Poole
Hating ass been jumping off the wall, I ain't moved
Know a nigga, you give him a perk, he'll do it
Know a nigga, you give him a shirt, he'll lose it

Damn, what a loser
They was praying I ain't know my worth, hallelujah
Don't let gang see the rim, a hooper
I might stop him in my Timbs, like a trooper

See the light start flashing on his head like a disco
He kept flexing with his bag, they got his info
Gang ain't even want it, but he flashed like let me get those, see what it's hitting for

I could f*ck up y'all name, y'all some leechers
I could've f*cked up y'all game from the bleachers
I might take more than his chain, he a reacher
Why would I put my eggs in one basket? F*ck a Easter

I got a mood in this bitch, Monte Ellis Don't try to say you thoroughbred if you can't spell it
You do not know my name, so do not yell it
Cuddy in this bitch a walking bucket like he Cam Reddish

I just took a trip to bring it home, like I'm Bron-Bron
Clicked up, started cheering, got the lead, need some pom-poms
Had to make a play, I said I'm gone, mom
Cuddy only drinking on Al Horford, said it's Don Juan
Dummy shot a hairball, heard a wah-wah
Got a mood, they started dumping like some wontons