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Yung Mal

Jumpin

 

Jumpin

(album: Blessed Lil Bastards 2 - 2017)


[Luhtim:]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Look

Thirty deep, trap house jumping
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumping
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's still down the road, yeah
Jumping, jumping, I gotta keep my trap jumping
Jumping, jumping, all in the kitchen, the hundreds I'm thumbing
Jumping, jumping, you want to one on one, my youngins they jump you
Jumping, jumping, how you get money, your trap ain't jumping

[Yung Mal:]
How you get money, your trap ain't jumping
When it come back glass nigga know the trap bumping
He called for the whole bag, said he coming from the country
I ain't dropping no number, still thirty-five hundred
Got the game from my uncle, I grew up a hustler
I learned from them farmers, started using my muscle
We just moved in this bitch and we got this bitch jumping
The neighbors keep tripping, the junkies keep coming
Jump, jump, just call 'fore you come and don't pull up in front
Lil Quill got the stick and he shoot through the cut
We gon' trap this bitch out, switch it out in a month
Thirty deep, trap house jumping
Hit the curb, skrrt, damn this bitch running

[Luhtim:]
Thirty deep, trap house jumping
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumping
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's still down the road, yeah
Jumping, jumping, I gotta keep my trap jumping
Jumping, jumping, all in the kitchen, the hundreds I'm thumbing
Jumping, jumping, you want to one on one, my youngins they jump you
Jumping, jumping, how you get money, your trap ain't jumping

[Day1Cassh:]
I keep the two-two-three, with the pistol grip
When I hit, that bitch jumping
I put a wholesale on the cookie bags
Now I got the trap jumping
I'm Michael Jordan with the J's
I'm Peyton Manning with the plays
I keep the work like a slave
I beat the trap, Johnny Cage
All my young niggas jumping, I whip the Glock like an onion
I'm at your head like bunion, now my diamonds they jumping
I trap out the work, had to hit me a lick
Had to run up my bag then I sold it my sick
I'm OD-ing on lean 'cause that Henn make me sick
And my trap still jumping, you ain't talking 'bout shit

[Luhtim:]
Thirty deep, trap house jumping
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumping
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's still down the road, yeah
Jumping, jumping, I gotta keep my trap jumping
Jumping, jumping, all in the kitchen, the hundreds I'm thumbing
Jumping, jumping, you want to one on one, my youngins they jump you
Jumping, jumping, how you get money, your trap ain't jumping

[Lil Quill:]
How you get money, your trap is not jumping
Call up my youngins, you know that they jumping
Come through the back 'cause these motherfuckers bunking
Don't come with that shit or your mouth get to dunking
Beat up that pot, you think I won't punch you
Yeah we got work but we don't do no fronting
Thirty-six O's on my wrist, now I'm stunting
Your ho give me head but we don't do no hunching
Big bro Nick Cannon, he send 'em the bunk
I'm doing the dash, I got six in the trunk
Really like Stanley, got six in the pump
Play with that cash and that motherfucker dumping
Jugging and serving, look out for my junkies
Yeah we got glass but we still serving dummies
Yeah we got sticks and them shits hold a hundred
Know you don't want it
Wrap this shit up and we shoot it like pony

[Luhtim:]
Thirty deep, trap house jumping
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumping
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's still down the road, yeah
Jumping, jumping, I gotta keep my trap jumping
Jumping, jumping, all in the kitchen, the hundreds I'm thumbing
Jumping, jumping, you want to one on one, my youngins they jump you
Jumping, jumping, how you get money, your trap ain't jumping

done

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