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Autumn!

Jump Out The House (Wick Version)

 

Jump Out The House (Wick Version)


Ha, woah
Woah, woah

You mad your bitch wanna text me, well come on and test me, just know Autumar got a stick on him
I'm starting to think I'm a real fucking freak 'cause the Glock got a dick and the AR got tits on it
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me, so you best have a friend for him
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that nigga or go to the pen' for him?
Me and my brothers ain't letting shit slide, if you slide on my nigga, then we gotta spin for 'em
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em

I don't know if Richie fuck with me for real, but when I heard this shit, I knew I had to get on it
Bitch from LA just flew in for the day, she like, "Bae, what's the move?" Told her shut up and sit on it
Thinking should I keep the 'Vette or should I get the Porsche? Ain't no telling what I'm finna spend on it
I just might keep saving up for the brand new McLaren and cop me a crib out in LA
I'm rocking Gucci, the Louis, my bitch rocking Fendi, Chanellie, Margiela, Margiela
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela

You mad your bitch wanna text me, well come on and test me, just know Autumar got a stick on him
I'm starting to think I'm a real fucking freak 'cause the Glock got a dick and the AR got tits on it
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me, so you best have a friend for him
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that nigga or go to the pen' for him?
Me and my brothers ain't letting shit slide, if you slide on my nigga, then we gotta spin for 'em
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em

With that Drac' stick, I'm a savage
That's a bad bitch, that's a bad bitch
With that Drac' stick, I'm a savage
That's a bad bitch, that's a bad bitch
That's a bad bitch, that's a bad bitch
That's a bad bitch, that's a bad bitch
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)

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