Jump Up
This that jump up
This that jump Up
Homie tuck your chain
It don't spark enough
Act up
Semi automatic get yo shit took
Act tough
Quick to call you out
There ain't no back up
10 niggas with me
And they strapped up
Don't ask us
Where we keep the bodies
We all masked up
Feds handing out Rico's
I can't be locked up
Family depending on me
I cannot let up
Ice in my veins man
I feel like Trae Young
Hm it's that jump up
Yeah it's that jump up
Ugh
This shit is not real
Killa V
Killa Ville
Niggas want to act like they are real
I can see the truth I don't need a pill
They locked me up once
I posted bail
I'm raising hell
I cannot fail
Can't tell no tales
I'm not a male
I stay low key i don't play the field
I'm a sexy muthafucka
I got sex appeal
I can see the fake
I can see the real
Imma stay independent
I don't need a deal
I got my heart on my sleeve
I'm made of steel
I put my all in my dreams
They shoot to kill
I hear them talking about me
But I got skill
Let them try to diss me
It's going downhill
This that music
That got pop killed
The same music that got pac killed
Hm this that jump up
Hm this that jump up
Ugh
This shit is not real
This that jump Up
Homie tuck your chain
It don't spark enough
Act up
Semi automatic get yo shit took
Act tough
Quick to call you out
There ain't no back up
10 niggas with me
And they strapped up
This that jump Up
Homie tuck your chain
It don't spark enough
Act up
Semi automatic get yo shit took
Act tough
Quick to call you out
There ain't no back up
10 niggas with me
And they strapped up
Don't ask us
Where we keep the bodies
We all masked up
Feds handing out Rico's
I can't be locked up
Family depending on me
I cannot let up
Ice in my veins man
I feel like Trae Young
Hm it's that jump up
Yeah it's that jump up
Ugh
This shit is not real
Killa V
Killa Ville
Niggas want to act like they are real
I can see the truth I don't need a pill
They locked me up once
I posted bail
I'm raising hell
I cannot fail
Can't tell no tales
I'm not a male
I stay low key i don't play the field
I'm a sexy muthafucka
I got sex appeal
I can see the fake
I can see the real
Imma stay independent
I don't need a deal
I got my heart on my sleeve
I'm made of steel
I put my all in my dreams
They shoot to kill
I hear them talking about me
But I got skill
Let them try to diss me
It's going downhill
This that music
That got pop killed
The same music that got pac killed
Hm this that jump up
Hm this that jump up
Ugh
This shit is not real
This that jump Up
Homie tuck your chain
It don't spark enough
Act up
Semi automatic get yo shit took
Act tough
Quick to call you out
There ain't no back up
10 niggas with me
And they strapped up
Credits
Writer(s): Sung Han Lee, Haus-k
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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