Jumpin'
Yo, this shit dope
This shit is dope
Ah
Pyrex whipper
Man, fuck forgiveness
Pyrex
Yellow McLaren on two-fours, call that bitch lil' Kobe, yeah
Break the brick in the Chevy, then hit the store, then buy some dope
Man, these niggas hilarious, they on my dick, don't even know me
Like a bunny, got carats, just tried to touch him, catch a four piece
They don't even know me
Drop big bales your homie
Captain of the game on floor seats
Gas it like Tony
Ounce of that dope in the morning
Cap ass nigga, he flodg
Got the drip in my closet
What's on my hip, 'boutta dodge
Killers gonna sift through my pockets
Wrappin' bricks like my father
Gettin' bitches hit, gettin' guala
Breakin' cells got me V12
Ran out of codeine, need a refill
I'm known in the county for makin' them bales
Know in the hood for breakin' that scale
Don't impress me, nigga, just never tell
Workin' nonstop, gotta get it, can't fail
Damn, rest in peace to Mel
Louis on the coat, couple G's, I'm a player
Spend a lot of money on the shit that I wear, yeah
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
Big .44, we ain't doin' no punkin'
Creep on his ass, leave his ass in the dungeon
Load just came, "Where it go?" how I'm comin'
Rich 'fore the fame, 'nother whole damn onion
Trap cross-country
Came in the game when it's sunny
Servin' a whole lot of aunties
Even my uncle
Wrappin' shit up in a bundle
Gettin' money got me no humble
Know I can't fumble
Me and Wizzop, money convo
Bringin' in all these honchos
J's at the front door
Brand new vert in the front too
Paid cash for all my cars, though
Fur from mongoose
On that bitch with my gun too
Run up, knock your taco
Go broke, you just run through
Diamonds hittin' like kung fu
I'm the type to work your block, though
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
This shit is dope
Ah
Pyrex whipper
Man, fuck forgiveness
Pyrex
Yellow McLaren on two-fours, call that bitch lil' Kobe, yeah
Break the brick in the Chevy, then hit the store, then buy some dope
Man, these niggas hilarious, they on my dick, don't even know me
Like a bunny, got carats, just tried to touch him, catch a four piece
They don't even know me
Drop big bales your homie
Captain of the game on floor seats
Gas it like Tony
Ounce of that dope in the morning
Cap ass nigga, he flodg
Got the drip in my closet
What's on my hip, 'boutta dodge
Killers gonna sift through my pockets
Wrappin' bricks like my father
Gettin' bitches hit, gettin' guala
Breakin' cells got me V12
Ran out of codeine, need a refill
I'm known in the county for makin' them bales
Know in the hood for breakin' that scale
Don't impress me, nigga, just never tell
Workin' nonstop, gotta get it, can't fail
Damn, rest in peace to Mel
Louis on the coat, couple G's, I'm a player
Spend a lot of money on the shit that I wear, yeah
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
Big .44, we ain't doin' no punkin'
Creep on his ass, leave his ass in the dungeon
Load just came, "Where it go?" how I'm comin'
Rich 'fore the fame, 'nother whole damn onion
Trap cross-country
Came in the game when it's sunny
Servin' a whole lot of aunties
Even my uncle
Wrappin' shit up in a bundle
Gettin' money got me no humble
Know I can't fumble
Me and Wizzop, money convo
Bringin' in all these honchos
J's at the front door
Brand new vert in the front too
Paid cash for all my cars, though
Fur from mongoose
On that bitch with my gun too
Run up, knock your taco
Go broke, you just run through
Diamonds hittin' like kung fu
I'm the type to work your block, though
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Damn, I got it jumpin', damn, I gotta jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Kedrick Isaiah Cannady, Zernardo Tate
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