Jordan Year

[Verse 1]

This one in a million, we [?], now we got the bars, check it out

I'm hittin' that pussy from different positions, I'm fuckin' her raw, she get it up

When I'm in the trinity, nigga know better, no reachin' my dawg, gon' wet it up

We get up on his car, I shot it up, put that switch in his window and hit it up

Me and [?] be havin' this

I'm only movin' with shooters when I'm in the city and checkin' in

I'm with bitches on bitches, she met her through me and they best friends

Got 'em hangin' out on beaches and [?]

I be hangin' with reapers and catchin' bands

Haven't landed a feature, it's [?], tell them "Gang"

Yeah, love it or marry it, go with the one

I match the Richard to go with the gun

I'm totin' the switch when I'm in the slums

Followin' shawty, I gave her like twenty

I don't need a sweater, say "Go where you want"

Swingin' them sticks, and it feel like we [Dodgers?]

As soon as we spark, but a hole in the one

Yeah, he got a hole in his head, turnin' his body, we know that he dead

Every night I pray I don't die, or don't go to feds

Brand new hunnids to wipe my eyes, so I turn to meds

Niggas ain't think I'm serious, 'til niggas start turnin' up dead

[Chorus]

Ain't no feelings involved, and we get involved, I'm treatin' my hoes the same

Couple millions in cars, can't tell what it was, I'm treatin' my dawgs the same

Even wins can feel like a loss some times, I'm treatin' 'em all the same

Ain't no feelings, and we get involved, I'm treatin' 'em, uh

[Verse 2]

Still on the same old shit

Hittin' bitches, they ain't gon' hit

Buyin' her shit they can't go get

Bunch of hits and I ain't gon' miss

I been runnin' them bandos up

Nigga know that we stand on shit

Pullin' up in a Lambo truck

And the checks is some hand-on shit, okay

Hands on, I fuck shawty with my Forces and my pants on

All these diamonds on my neck been gettin' their dance on

Put my momma, sister, cousin and my nans on

Swear the God, every thing I say, I stand on it

Yeah, [?]

Pullin' her tracks out, gotta [?], she got a [?] on

We got 'em wacked out, shit, they ain't even notice 'cause it took a year for 'em

Bringin' them backs out, pullin' up the the Clear Port, goin' airborne

Got a bad bitch with a bad bitch with her, I know what they here for

I'm a savage, real bad bitch getter, the check gettin' cleared for

I just ran up a check in some Air Force, alley-oop a lil' bitch off the headboard

Niggas goofy, like why would I care for all these switches

Like why would I fear? Y'all niggas pussies

[Chorus]

Ain't no feelings involved, and we get involved, I'm treatin' my hoes the same

Couple millions in cars, can't tell what it was, I'm treatin' my dawgs the same

Even wins can feel like a loss some times, I'm treatin' 'em all the same

Ain't no feelings, and we get involved, I'm treatin' 'em, uh