JUMPTHATNIGGA

[Intro] That nigga ain't shit, he talk about Tec (Uh-huh) Pull up with the Glick, we split up his neck, ayy (Fah, fah, fah) Pull up with AK, hop on a [?] Mayday, choppa, it's singing' like Ray J My nigga gang bang, Darkie, it leave you bloodstained We take his money like blue gang Fuck on your boo thang, takin' a blue [?] (Chang) I got the bands in my clan like Wu-Tang But niggas, it's insane, sendin' these shots to his main frame The bullets, they fuck up his membrane Bitch, I'm not talkin', I'm shootin' on s- Glocky (Prodigal) Yeah Go, uh, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] I got a mop, bitch I got a tool Pull up with the Glock, it chew him like food If that nigga talk, end up on the news I get to the guap, I sit up the blues (Fah fah, fah fah) If that nigga pop, then he in a tomb I pull up his spot, I shoot up the room I ball with the mop, that bih' go boom (Fah) I got the stain (Fah), nigga, zoom He say that I'm lame, nigga, who? He say that he bang, nigga, shoot He not in the paint, that nigga don't hoop Pull up with the K, I'm shootin' like hoop And she give me face right in my coupe Get shot in the face if that nigga fool If that nigga play, then my niggas shoot These niggas be gay, these niggas be fruit (Ha-ha) The glizzy, it's splittin' this [?] Jew The bullets, they rip him, don't bust in and chew These niggas, they pussy, ain't dumpin' no tool I'm uppin' the Glock, you ain't runnin' them juice That nigga get shot with a big-ass bullet (Baow) I was in middle school shootin' at bullies I pour me the double, I bet that I pull it You talkin' a lot, but that nigga won't do it Like boy, I'm Big Lazy, you know that I flex (Uh-huh) She all on my dick, she know that I'm next That nigga ain't shit, he talk about Tec (Uh-huh) Pull up with the Glick, we split up his neck, ayy (Fah, fah, fah) Pull up with AK, hop on a [?] Mayday, choppa, it's singing' like Ray J My nigga gang bang, Darkie, it leave you bloodstained We take his money like blue gang Fuck on your boo thang, takin' a blue [?] (Chang) I got the bands in my clan like Wu-Tang But niggas, it's insane, sendin' these shots to his main frame The bullets, they fuck up his membrane Bitch, I'm not talkin', I'm shootin' on sight Like twenty-three shots, I'm shootin' like Mike But he not on the block, he rap on the mic Walk down, run down, creepin' in night Bitch, I'm with the choppa, I'm servin' 'em pies That nigga brought a knife to a gunfight (Yeah) Pull up with the pipe, now that nigga ten tie It looks like a type, boy that nigga's son died, ayy (Huh?) I got a Glock on me, uh (Ha-ha) I got the guap on me, uh (Fah, fah) I got a thot on me, uh (Glocky) You get the shot on me, uh (Chang, chang) Nigga strap pot on me, uh (Ha-ha) Nigga bleed how I bleed, uh You no blood, I bleed, uh (Slatt) Leave his body in the street (Slatt, slatt, slatt) [Outro] (Prodigal)