Weak Jumpers lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all did all that to hit a n*gga once in the leg, y'all did all that?
Huh?
Grrt

[Chorus]
Sleaze walkin' through this b*tch, y'all better tuck somethin' (Tuck your sh*t)
Hella grimy, cuff your b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck somethin' (f*ck your b*tch)
Heard the opps in this b*tch too, I get to trippin' (Yeah)
This Draco makin' me limp, but I'm not pimpin' (I am not pimpin')
And this b*tch think she special, you is not different (You is not different)
This ain't no damn Smith and Wesson, this a Glock, n*gga (Glocky)
We don't tote nothin' with the standard clips or stocks in it (Nah)
It's a motherf*ckin' fifty or a mop in it

[Verse]
Glock with the titties in the bottom of that b*tch (Yeah)
I hit somethin' every time I go do skits (Come here)
Heard some n*ggas hatin' on me (Huh?), they was waitin' on me (Oh yeah?)
n*ggas caught me without blicky, usually stay on me (f*ck)
Thank God my opps ain't tryna kill sh*t (Thank God)
How y'all had the ups on me and n*ggas still missed (Goofy)
Yeah, I caught a leg shot, I'll give y'all that
To hit a n*gga once in the leg, y'all did all that? (You did all that?)
Y'all wasn't tryna hurt sh*t (Uh-uh), y'all slid shootin' at the ground
I don't even think y'all tried to hit a n*gga on purpose (Jumpers)
Free Hundo, free Crack (Free Crack), they'll be back
We been in y'all hood all week, where n*ggas be at? (Where n*ggas be at?)
And I heard it's n*ggas speakin' down on my gang (What?)
b*tch, when I seen you n*ggas out, y'all ain't say a thing (Soft-ass pussies)
You don't even know Joey, so why you say his name (Why you say his name?)
Tryna get some clout that'll end your fame (End your fame)
n*ggas better stick to rap 'cause this is not a game (This is not a game)
You from the woods, I'm from the hood, we is not the same (On God)
Set trippin' with anybody (Yeah), n*gga, what's the deal?
I'll come spinnin' n*ggas' block like a Ferris wheel
Drac' got a hundred in it, I ain't chasin' you
I'ma show you what a hundred out this Drac' could do (Come here)
Blue flags, GDN, I am not a Crip
Slide through this b*tch in somethin' red and get that hoopty flipped (Bah)
b*tch said she cheated on you 'cause you a weak pumper (b*tch)
Opps missin' all them shots, they got some weak jumpers (Weak jumpers)
b*tch, it's the Sleazy way, ain't no other way
n*ggas see me out in traffic and they go the other way (They turn around)
I was on the block with it, you was up in class
If you wanna slide through here, you gon' need a pass (You gon' need a pass)
Put that on foenem grave
I ain't gotta up the MAC, I'll put this b*tch down and beat you like a slave
Sleaze, you be cuttin' up (I know), you ain't gotta tell me
He tell his b*tch turn my sh*t off 'cause she be tryna nail me
I don't want that busto (Rat)
I just sell that b*tch weed, might get some head from that lil' rat, but she my custo (She my custo)
[Chorus]
Sleaze walkin' through this b*tch, y'all better tuck somethin' (Tuck your sh*t)
Hella grimy, cuff your b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck somethin' (f*ck your b*tch)
Heard the opps in this b*tch too, I get to trippin' (Yeah)
This Draco makin' me limp, but I'm not pimpin' (I am not pimpin')
And this b*tch think she special, you is not different (You is not different)
This ain't no damn Smith and Wesson, this a Glock, n*gga (Glocky)
We don't tote nothin' with the standard clips or stocks in it (Nah)
It's a motherf*ckin' fifty or a mop in it