21 Jump Street lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Wooski, I think we got one)
(Who invented the mafia?)

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Why they keep saying that it's up, n*gga? (Ah-ah-ah)
b*tch, don’t you know I'm slidin' with chop? It’s a must, n*gga
Ayy, ayy, weed smell like musk, n*gga
Bend a block or two, shout out Cam 'cause he touch n*ggas
Come on, bro, you don't bust, n*gga (You don't shoot, n*gga)
n*gga ass bust a band if he touch n*ggas (Touch n*ggas)
n*gga, we the main topic, give it up, n*gga (Ayy)
b*tch busting base for 2One, tryna f*ck with us (Ayy, ayy)
Damn, watch lil' shorty go (It's the gang)
b*tch, my n*ggas need commissary, so, b*tch, you gotta ho (Gotta ho, b*tch)
Damn, yeah, that fully blow
If you posted up on your block, we do a pick-and-roll

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Creep through his sh*t, n*gga
Hoppin' out that whip, n*gga
On 2One, n*gga, that's it, n*gga (Ayy)
I just made a fifty ball and ain’t post it, f*ck your pic, n*gga
Creep through his sh*t, n*gga
Hoppin’ out that whip, n*gga
On 2One, n*gga, that's it, n*gga (Ayy)
I just made a fifty ball and ain’t post it, f*ck your pic, n*gga (I got bands, n*gga)
[Verse 2: AirItOut JuJu]
Kangaroo Jack kicks landing when them Drakeys squirting
All them shaking on them drills and sh*t makes me nervous
K rounds and F&N bullets will break a n*gga surface
Caught a sucka and we just whipped his feet, his body wasn't worth it (It wasn't worth it, n*gga)
Bro caught a sucka, it was a cold case
In love with this Glock, I can't leave it, it’s my soulmate (I can't)
Fully go, "Rrah, rrah, rrah," and make the ground shake
High heels gave 'em blisters on her feet, I need a Band-Aid
Before I leave the spot, I grab that wop so I know I'm safe
We won't leave the scene until it's bloodstains and yellow tape
Gotta use a nickel with two hands because I know it quake
How he leave the house with no oven? Boy, you an Easy Bake
Before I leave the spot, I grab that wop so I know I'm safe
We won't leave the scene until it's bloodstains and yellow tape
Gotta use a nickel with two hands because I know it quake
How he leave the house with no oven? Boy, you an Easy Bake

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Creep through his sh*t, n*gga
Hoppin' out that whip, n*gga
On 2One, n*gga, that's it, n*gga (Ayy)
I just made a fifty ball and ain't post it, f*ck your pic, n*gga
Creep through his sh*t, n*gga
Hoppin' out that whip, n*gga
On 2One, n*gga, that's it, n*gga (Ayy)
I just made a fifty ball and ain't post it, f*ck your pic, n*gga (I got bands, n*gga)