Jumpin' Like Jordan

(アルバム： Streets On Lock 2 - 2013)

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Got the trap house like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 on the dash and I paid straight cash
Take off on you niggas Jeff Gordon
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she with me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan
Trap house jumping like Jordan
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan
Trap house jumping like Jordan
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she wit me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Trap house jumping like Jordan
J's in the hood, they're snorting
Double cup, lean, I'm pouring
Yo' bitch whipping in the early morning
Pulled up in the drop top Phantom
Niggas in the hood can't stand it
My whip game is so special
I'm whipping up the whole Grand Canyon
I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason!
I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancing
Yo bitch think I'm romantic, my coke card game is frantic
My whip game make you panic, my plug is Phil Jackson
Feeling like Mutombo, I got all these Kush bowls
Jugging at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald?
Trap game Elvis Presley, you can't impress me
Dark skinned ho can cook the dope, she look like Nestle

[Hook: Rich The Kid]

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Got the trap house jumping like Kobe
Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie
You ain't one of me, nigga, don't talk to me, nigga
I'm a real ass nigga, you phony
In the kitchen whipping up them babies
Make the Pyrex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s
I'm winning, I'm winning, I'm Dunking, I'm Dunking
I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe
In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot
Where the whipping in the pot too hot
Drinking lean, out the bottle
In the Aston Martin foreign with a model
Twenty racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with six hoes like 2 x 3

[Hook: Rich The Kid]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I'm a free man, no Morgan!
That choppa, it take out you organs
I play with them keys, no organ!
Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
The lean, I'm pouring, I'm snoring
I'm making them plays in Delaware
Versace, Medusa my underwear
Who the fuck, nigga better have haircare
You don't trap on the block if you don't live there
The trap be jumping, and bunking
The fiends they running, the money keep coming
I'm kicking hoes out like a punter
If I start shooting, turn to a track runner
I'm calling up Rich, he bringing the kids
Whipping the babies all summer

[Hook: Rich The Kid]