Jumped Tha Fence

I be step on shit
They like Dior why you step on shit
I can't cuff no groupie bitch that Dior kid he call the blitz
I Jumped Tha Fence
You can't see me that tint 5%
Cause I only fuck wit' money baby ya if that make sense
I flipped a pint of act and drunk a 6 of red
Ya I'm Mista "put you on"
Facetime and jus' nod yo head
Told bro I cant stop clickin'
Until they fuckin dead

I put VVS's on my chain and ya I still don't like to wear a lot
Been sluttin' out yo bitch she suck my dick I pulled her hair a lot
Like Dior putting effort in but seem like he don't care a lot
I'm Mista put yo city on I'm Mista make the pair to pop
Eh Mista pair to pop
Shorty look down at yo ass
The reason why I stare a lot
Ion care to cop
Real exotic Runtz right next my soda pop
This off the top
Ion fuck wit shorty who be non stop tryna call the shots
Ion fuck wit shorty who be non stop tryna call the shots
I be step on shit
They like Dior why you step on shit

Ion fuck with shorty but she always on my dick doe
Thought it was my cock no lil' baby this my pistol
Handin' out the sauce for free ain't no need to tip toe
Like Dior bro you white ya I'm still gon' pop my shit doe
Like Nardo Wick I'm rich ya that why they call me Rich Roddy
They like Dior what you doin ya I'm coolin' with yo bitch prolly
I been chillin gettin' money Dior on my fit prolly
Gained a little weight I'm movin' weight they call me big body
Ion give a fuck about that shit I'm still gon' catch sum Z's
I put Fendi on my fit Lil Baby say she Prada me
Like Dior why you ten toes prolly cause I got's to be
If you tryna get me on yo song I got a lot of fee's
Pick the pistol up and shoot it at the Drac Winnin' shit
Never go to sleep ya in the nighttime when I'm spinnin' shit
Got em' all twisted up like a braid like feelin' this
I was in the cell alone ya jus' me and my pen n' shit
I was

I be step on shit
They like Dior why you step on shit
I can't cuff no groupie bitch that Dior kid he call the blitz
I Jumped Tha Fence
You can't see me that tint 5%
Cause I only fuck wit' money baby ya if that make sense
I flipped a pint of act drunk a 6 of red
Ya I'm Mista "put you on"
Facetime and jus nod yo head
Told bro I cant stop clickin'
Until they fuckin dead
Until they fuckin dead
Until they, until they

Ya until they fuckin' dead
Told bro I been movin' like a pencil got a lot of lead
My pistol start to stutter this bitch start to turn special ed
Them 556 they rip threw trees ya I got sum special led
He talkin like he gangsta dream of me and now he wet the bed
I need 50k to put my teeth on
I need 50k to put my G on
You need 50k to put my beat on
I get 50k put my beam on



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Writer(s): Dylan Schmidt
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