Wack Jumper lyrics

by

EBK Jaaybo


[Intro: EBK Jaaybo]
(๐˜Œ-๐˜Œ-๐˜Œ-๐˜Œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ)
n*gga, you got a wack jumper, brodie fresh off a
(๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฉ)
And he bagged somethin', yeah you slid a couple times
But you ain't tag nun'
I ain't tryna hear about that skit from last summer
[Verse 1: EBK Jaaybo]
Ay n*gga, the opps real goofy, free Osama Bin Laden
n*gga free Scooby, all my opps pus*y but I kill coochies
He ain't in the politics but I'll still shoot him
f*ck sukkas, die slow ain't no pass for n*ggas
We'll bend your block right now but it ain't active n*gga
Take some notes I'll show you how to clap a n*gga
Lil' brodie just hopped off the porch and he smacked a n*gga
Heh, n*gga, they say my jumper wack, don't be speaking on that
(๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฉ)
If you ain't double back
[Chorus: EBK Jaaybo]
Heh, ay, I got a wack jumper, took lil' brodie on a
(๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฉ)
And he tagged somethin', I can't tote thะต chop this b*tch tote me
The sukkas tryna intะตrnet funk but they don't want beef
I ride with it catch me lackin' imma die with it
This the southeast mafia f*ck a tribe n*gga ay
Huh, I got a wack jumper, brodie fresh off a
(๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฉ)
And he tagged somethin', ay, they say my jumper wack
Don't be speaking on that
(๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฉ)
If you ain't double back
[Verse 2: BlackHeartedBenz]
Catch me, that boy jumper gone
All that shootin' with his eyes closed got him put on a stone
Ay lil' n*gga ay, where your jumper go
You won't hear me bragging 'bout no sh*t that I did months ago
My n*gga Jaaybo EBK he'll kill anything
These n*ggas set hopping like hoes they'll join any gang
n*ggas ain't going down for real they'll drop plenty names
Know this Z26 on my hip [?]
These n*ggas out here actin' like they really armed and dangerous
Hit his ass with this shell and turn his body stainless
Brother hate taking me on skits cause I be getting anxious
I do some dumb sh*t and start shooting I be really blanking
Who the f*ck blood looking at and what the f*ck he banging
You better watch what you throwing up when my n*ggas ganging
He was known for rappin' went to jail then he start singing
I be in the field with shells the size of plankton
This for the sukkas in the back that say my jumper wack
I ball hard with this Baby AR I feel like Shaq
Cuz I like beating up blocks where opps be posted at
These .556 in this b*tch with a scope attached
n*ggas be speaking to they b*tch talking down 'bout me
I can't wait to catch blood and bring the hoe up out him
My b*tch rich with an attitude and she real rowdy
Boys thought they had the play down we had to re-route it
Damn, catch me, I'm going to brazy
I stopped f*cking with some hoes cause they was too basic
I got 3 Ks under my roof I'm lowkey racist
I'll Picasso a n*gga low don't get your sh*t painted
Catch me, b*tch, it's still free Ghatti, if I ain't with [?]
Then I'm with Bobby
You got charged with a manslaughter that is not a body
You got charged with a manslaughter that is not a body
(๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ)
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