Injuujj - James Harden Lyrics

Ballin' like the Rockets, bitch, cuz lately I've been blowin' up
I'll get you clipped off like James Harden if you throw it up
You walkin' with no money, in yo pants, boy, you broke as f*ck
You talkin' bout some ball, but don't even got no f*ckin' bucks

AH, AH, AH, I'm tryna run it up, this hoe hit my line, ask for money, bitch, you broke as f*ck
AH, AH, AH, n if it's up it's stuck, don't be talkin' crazy on the net cuz then you outta luck

Callin' me the point god, bitch, I feel like Chris Paul
I ain't from L.A., bitch, but I'll get you clipped off
Takin' all my swag and my style, bitch, I'm pissed off
When I make no money, bitch, I'm feelin' money withdrawals

AH, AH, AH, man that shit is strange
Talkin' allat shit behind my back then beggin' for some change
AH, AH, AH, try to take my chain, ima let it storm ima let this MF rang

Ballin' like the Rockets, bitch, cuz lately I've been blowin' up
I'll get you clipped off like James Harden if you throw it up
You walkin' with no money in yo pants boy, you broke as f*ck
You talkin' bout some ball, but don't even got no f*ckin' bucks

Feel like Danny Glover, cuz I keep a lethal weapon
Strangest thing is, bitch, I keep a Mac-11
Try to play me, and I'll send em straight to heaven
I don't f*ck with no lames if yo name is f*ckin' KEVIN!

AH, AH, AH, I'm tryna run it up, this hoe hit my line, ask for money, bitch, you broke as f*ck
AH, AH, AH, and, bitch, you dumb as f*ck
This bitch can't even get a dime, bitch, you outta luck
Tryna take my money, bitch, I'll show you what the f*ck is up
I hate that broke fiend that ain't worried bout no f*ckin' bucks
Why you gotta Glock nine if you ain't gon' let it bust
Ever since a jit , you been lame on that f*ckin' bus

Ballin' like the Rockets, bitch, cuz lately I been blowin' up
I'll get you clipped off like James Harden if you throw it up
You walkin' with no money in yo pants boy, you broke as f*ck
You talkin' bout some ball, but don't even got no f*ckin' bucks

AH, AH, AH, I'm tryna run it up, this hoe hit my line, ask for money, bitch, you broke as f*ck
AH, AH, AH, And if it's up, it's stuck
Don't be talkin' crazy on the net, cuz then you outta luck
Callin' me the point god, bitch, I feel like Chris Paul
I ain't from L.A., bitch, but I'll get you clipped off
Takin' all my swag and my style, bitch, I'm pissed off
When I make no money, bitch, I'm feelin' money withdrawals
AH, AH, AH, n man, that shit is strange
Talkin' allat shit, behind my back, then beggin ' for some change
AH, AH, AH, try to take my chain
I'ma let it storm, I'ma let this motherf*cker rain