Jumpin (feat. iayze)
One and only
Diamonds flooded (flooded), cup muddy (muddy)
Bad bitches (let's go), they all tryna fuck me (fuck me)
Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin' (jumpin', let's go)
Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin'
Promise I know that you bluffin', yeah (let's go)
Gon' kill me, let's get this shit started (let's go)
That chopper gon' aim at your muffin, yeah
My toolie shootin' the farthest (uh-huh)
No, I ain't fuck with the fussin', yeah
Drop a lil' tape, and it charted (yeah, let's go)
And I'm smokin' on that good gas
You would think somebody farted (baow, baow, baow, baow)
I love that bitch and her hood ass, I took that ho off the market
If you got shit, then we took that
I'm robbin', I'm gettin' it started (started, yeah)
What's that on your back? It's a target
I'm drippin' down, I'm in Prada garments (oh, let's go)
I'm ridin' 'round in a Charger, wide-body too big, can't park it
Push to start, no keys to start it (okay, let's go)
I'm with the gang, we go live, we go retarded (yeah)
Then we pull up to your block and get it sparkin' (sparkin', yeah)
And they say Amiri hot, somethin' like arson (yeah)
Somethin' like, yeah
Diamonds flooded (flooded), cup muddy (muddy)
Bad bitches, they all tryna fuck me
Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin' (jumpin')
Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin'
Trap jumpin', cut 'em off when they start to act funny
Bro just went big body Benz, I went big body Beamer
We havin' 'em runnin'
Like only time can tell
Never thought I would turn nothin' to somethin'
And they wanna see me in hell
50 on the drum, you don't want the dumpin'
He tryna say he gon' spin over here, but we know he on none ('rari)
I don't know why you keep bluffin', yeah
I'm finna make him a new target
I'm finna fuck her, but not finna cuff her, yeah
Puttin' shit up like a sergeant
I'm talkin' brand-new Beamer, yeah, hop in that bitch, ain't no pardon
I'm finna hop in my car, I push to start it (start it)
I done came a long-ass way, look what I started (started)
Bitch buggin', she Casamigo chuggin' (chuggin')
She say it ain't nothin', she Louis V stuntin' (stuntin')
Diamonds flooded (okay, let's go), cup muddy (okay, let's go)
Bad bitches (okay, let's go), they all tryna fuck me (okay, let's go)
Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin'
Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin'
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Diamonds flooded (flooded), cup muddy (muddy)
Bad bitches (let's go), they all tryna fuck me (fuck me)
Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin' (jumpin', let's go)
Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin'
Promise I know that you bluffin', yeah (let's go)
Gon' kill me, let's get this shit started (let's go)
That chopper gon' aim at your muffin, yeah
My toolie shootin' the farthest (uh-huh)
No, I ain't fuck with the fussin', yeah
Drop a lil' tape, and it charted (yeah, let's go)
And I'm smokin' on that good gas
You would think somebody farted (baow, baow, baow, baow)
I love that bitch and her hood ass, I took that ho off the market
If you got shit, then we took that
I'm robbin', I'm gettin' it started (started, yeah)
What's that on your back? It's a target
I'm drippin' down, I'm in Prada garments (oh, let's go)
I'm ridin' 'round in a Charger, wide-body too big, can't park it
Push to start, no keys to start it (okay, let's go)
I'm with the gang, we go live, we go retarded (yeah)
Then we pull up to your block and get it sparkin' (sparkin', yeah)
And they say Amiri hot, somethin' like arson (yeah)
Somethin' like, yeah
Diamonds flooded (flooded), cup muddy (muddy)
Bad bitches, they all tryna fuck me
Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin' (jumpin')
Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin'
Trap jumpin', cut 'em off when they start to act funny
Bro just went big body Benz, I went big body Beamer
We havin' 'em runnin'
Like only time can tell
Never thought I would turn nothin' to somethin'
And they wanna see me in hell
50 on the drum, you don't want the dumpin'
He tryna say he gon' spin over here, but we know he on none ('rari)
I don't know why you keep bluffin', yeah
I'm finna make him a new target
I'm finna fuck her, but not finna cuff her, yeah
Puttin' shit up like a sergeant
I'm talkin' brand-new Beamer, yeah, hop in that bitch, ain't no pardon
I'm finna hop in my car, I push to start it (start it)
I done came a long-ass way, look what I started (started)
Bitch buggin', she Casamigo chuggin' (chuggin')
She say it ain't nothin', she Louis V stuntin' (stuntin')
Diamonds flooded (okay, let's go), cup muddy (okay, let's go)
Bad bitches (okay, let's go), they all tryna fuck me (okay, let's go)
Pot, whip it, got the trap jumpin'
Say that he gon' kill me, uh, that boy ain't on nothin'
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Credits
Writer(s): Jace Salter
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