Get It Jumping
Sosa
O'Block
Yeah, yeah
Bang, bang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
Sosa, O'Block
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
Let's get this shit jumping
Get these hoes bussin'
Nigga's sneak dissin'
Well they ain't sayin' nothin'
Them bullets get the touchin'
Them veins get the bussin'
'Cause bullets come a dozen
Then they burn like the oven
I'm a sick mothafucka'
Loud be my robatussin'
And I can't keep count of
These bitches I be fuckin'
I'll shoot a nigga down
Bitch, I'm kinda off
I grew up in this shit goin' by what I saw
Alotta real niggas, they was gettin' money
So now I'm on the block, nigga,
Rain, sleet or sunny
OTF run it, I fucks wit' Young Money
I make one phone call, yeah, Cortez he comin'
Wit' the Young Money
Kush stankin' like onions
Edai, you been my nigga, introduced me to 600
D-Rose, what up? You scoring shit out here
Keep ya head up out here
Every year is our year
Yeah, Sosa i mean, kinda fucked up
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, man
You don't want me to come through
And make the scene very scary, baby
Free my nigga Juice free my nigga Top
Free all the guys, man all my L's niggas
All my Wiic City O'Block niggas, man
All my Frontstreet, Glory Boyz, man, ya know
OTF, bitch all my Young Money niggas, man
All my 300 savages, man
Bang, bang, bang, bang bang OTF, what it do
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
O'Block
Yeah, yeah
Bang, bang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
Sosa, O'Block
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
Let's get this shit jumping
Get these hoes bussin'
Nigga's sneak dissin'
Well they ain't sayin' nothin'
Them bullets get the touchin'
Them veins get the bussin'
'Cause bullets come a dozen
Then they burn like the oven
I'm a sick mothafucka'
Loud be my robatussin'
And I can't keep count of
These bitches I be fuckin'
I'll shoot a nigga down
Bitch, I'm kinda off
I grew up in this shit goin' by what I saw
Alotta real niggas, they was gettin' money
So now I'm on the block, nigga,
Rain, sleet or sunny
OTF run it, I fucks wit' Young Money
I make one phone call, yeah, Cortez he comin'
Wit' the Young Money
Kush stankin' like onions
Edai, you been my nigga, introduced me to 600
D-Rose, what up? You scoring shit out here
Keep ya head up out here
Every year is our year
Yeah, Sosa i mean, kinda fucked up
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, man
You don't want me to come through
And make the scene very scary, baby
Free my nigga Juice free my nigga Top
Free all the guys, man all my L's niggas
All my Wiic City O'Block niggas, man
All my Frontstreet, Glory Boyz, man, ya know
OTF, bitch all my Young Money niggas, man
All my 300 savages, man
Bang, bang, bang, bang bang OTF, what it do
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Ken Shibuya
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