JumpOutTheHouse (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse]
I'm havin' my moment
I got the smoke for you n*ggas, it's potent
One-half of n*ggas just not too important
The other half, I put your neck to my Jordan's (b*tch)
Kurt angle, you can tap out if you wanna
I'm in New York, I pop out with the MoMA's
Pop out with your b*tch
.45 to your head, don't pop out in the 6
We drop on that n*gga, then drop it on Twitch
Don't think you should drop, lil' bruh, you not that lit
Call up Kit Boys, call the boys for the kit
n*ggas ain't think I'd come out of the pit
'til them hits that I writ got me out of that sh*t
Yeah, crazy man, crazy man, raise your hand to talk to me
You shaky, man, you hasty, fam, not wavy, man
I made a fan, then made you, man
You kinda like a Slim Shady fan, oh wait, you Stan
I always got the upper hand
I'm always with my brother'nem (Big boy shirts)
It's up for them, it's tougher skin
You sucker sh*t, you sucker b*tch
I sl*t her out, you love the b*tch
I do whatever, whenever, I f*ck the b*tch
You went out bad, pro'ly doin' sucker sh*t
I'm baby boy, I stack the guns and butter sh*t
And you– that's some whole other sh*t
I'll f*ck your b*tch and your sis
Dig your dumbass a ditch
And sell the parts of your body for some bricks
Kill your mama and your kids on some cold-blooded sh*t
And some other sh*t, whole disgusting sh*t
With a body bag into Rottweilers
Mix some Acetone with the Robitussin sh*t, on some other sh*t