JUMPTHATn*ggA lyrics

[Intro]
That n*gga ain't sh*t, 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 n*gga gang bang, Darkie, it leave you bloodstained
We take his money like blue gang
f*ck on your boo thang, takin' a blue [?] (Chang)
I got the bands in my clan like Wu-Tang
But n*ggas, it's insane, sendin' these shots to his main frame
The bullets, they f*ck up his membrane
b*tch, I'm not talkin', I'm shootin' on s-
Glocky (Prodigal)
Yeah
Go, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I got a mop, b*tch I got a tool
Pull up with the Glock, it chew him like food
If that n*gga talk, end up on the news
I get to the guap, I sit up the blues (Fah fah, fah fah)
If that n*gga 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), n*gga, zoom
He say that I'm lame, n*gga, who?
He say that he bang, n*gga, shoot
He not in the paint, that n*gga 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 n*gga fool
If that n*gga play, then my n*ggas shoot
These n*ggas be gay, these n*ggas be fruit (Ha-ha)
The glizzy, it's splittin' this [?] Jew
The bullets, they rip him, don't bust in and chew
These n*ggas, they pus*y, ain't dumpin' no tool
I'm uppin' the Glock, you ain't runnin' them juice
That n*gga 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 n*gga won't do it
Like boy, I'm Big Lazy, you know that I flex (Uh-huh)
She all on my di*k, she know that I'm next
That n*gga ain't sh*t, 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 n*gga gang bang, Darkie, it leave you bloodstained
We take his money like blue gang
f*ck on your boo thang, takin' a blue [?] (Chang)
I got the bands in my clan like Wu-Tang
But n*ggas, it's insane, sendin' these shots to his main frame
The bullets, they f*ck up his membrane
b*tch, 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
b*tch, I'm with the choppa, I'm servin' 'em pies
That n*gga brought a knife to a gunfight (Yeah)
Pull up with the pipe, now that n*gga ten tie
It looks like a type, boy that n*gga'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)
n*gga strap pot on me, uh (Ha-ha)
n*gga bleed how I bleed, uh
You no blood, I bleed, uh (Slatt)
Leave his body in the street (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
[Outro]
(Prodigal)