Jumping lyrics

[Intro]
KidWond3r you made this beat? Dang
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Out West 290 sh*t, b*tch
You know how I'm rockin', n*gga
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t, get mop-sticked, b*tch
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
f*ck n*gga dissed me on a song, now he dead (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu-pus*y-ass n*gga shouldn't have said what he said (Gang, gang)
Money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (Gang)
You can keep your legs 'cause I'm aimin' at your head (Boom-boom-boom)
He say he want beef, alright, cool, 'nough said (Be cool)
But he ain't been out the house in a week 'cause he scared (Scared)
We pull up with banana clips, peel a n*gga head
No- no more monkeys jumpin' on the bed (What?)

[Verse 1]
Got the candy-apple thang painted lollipop red
Treat my di*k like it's a sucker, she got lollipop head
Fu- f*ck the pigs, can't share, no cooperation with the feds
Take a pus*y n*gga on the roof and throw him off the edge
Tryna play me like a ho, that's a no-no
I'm YSN, b*tch, I know you see the logo (Gang)
I'm Iron Giant, make me hit you with the robo (B-r-r-rap)
Say you get money, but you ain't got sh*t to show fo' (Show fo')
You at the strip club and you ain't throwin' no dough
I'm Mike Tyson, hit the Pyrex with an elbow
I need a duffel bag, b*tch, I'm talkin' real dough
She suck my di*k with her friend, she a real ho (She a real ho)
When I'm done with that pus*y, I leave it real sore
My rims big, so I hit the corner real slow
How you a trapper? You can't even read the scale, though
I'm rappin', but I still got that sh*t for sale, though (Sale, though)
[Chorus]
f*ck n*gga dissed me on a song, now he dead (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu- pus*y-ass n*gga shouldn't have said what he said (Gang, gang)
Money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (Gang)
You can keep your legs 'cause I'm aimin' at your head (Boom-boom-boom)
He say he want beef, alright, cool, 'nough said (Be cool)
But he ain't been out the house in a week 'cause he scared (Scared)
We pull up with banana clips, peel a n*gga head
No- no more monkeys jumpin' on the bed (What?)

[Verse 2]
We ride in the latest whips with extended clips
Fo- forty with the rubber grip hangin' off my hip
Ba- bad redbone rollin' Cookies out the zip
And she don't even drink, I got her tipsy off a sip (What?)
Bo- board the private jet 'cause I gotta take a trip (Gone)
Seven six-twos hit his car and made it flip
I ain't gotta spit game, but I'm soundin' like a pimp
I ain't even know her name, but I f*cked her off the rip
This drunk-ass n*gga actin' like he wanna trip (Gang)
He talkin' out his neck, so I'm aimin' at his lips (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Ba- Balmain jeans and these b*tches cost a grip (Why?)
I'm fresher than a b*tch, you will drown off the drip (Drip)
I fall up in the club, make the valet park the whip (Skrt)
I know your sh*t rented, you ain't even got the slip
b*tch, I'm cool with the Bloods and I'm cool with the Crips (Gang, gang)
I pull up to the strip, get my chips then I dip, b*tch
[Chorus]
f*ck n*gga dissed me on a song, now he dead (Boom-boom-boom)
Pu- pus*y-ass n*gga shouldn't have said what he said (Gang, gang)
Money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed (Gang)
You can keep your legs 'cause I'm aimin' at your head (Boom-boom-boom)
He say he want beef, alright, cool, 'nough said (Be cool)
But he ain't been at the house for a week 'cause he scared (Scared)
We pull up with banana clips, peel a n*gga head
No- no more monkeys jumpin' on the bed (Jumpin' on the bed)

[Outro]
Bed, bed
Be- bed, bed
Bed, bed
No- no more monkeys jumpin' on the bed