Jumpin' Lyrics

Niggas talkin' like they got it, Ion wanna hear it

Rockin' all this A & E, Nigga it ain't Amiri

I pop out with all my niggas, that's one way to fear me

Two techs all up in the Tonka, got two ways to gear it

I was dead broke a month, niggas tried to scam me

Feds was talkin' on my phone, Mama cryin' daily

Pops was talkin' up a storm like that ain't how I raised you

I was sittin' at the crib, eatin' potatoes and gravy

Covid had me for a week, but I was still gettin' wavy

Henny day and night, bitches callin', I ain't crazy

How you mad when I hang up, you a opp like Stacy

How you fuckin on my mans, but wanna have my baby

Five days passed, and I was back to business

Grabbed the Impala after the new year, but it felt like Christmas

Niggas left me in the dirt, came back said forgive me

Niggas wanna be some Bobby's, but they bitch like Whitney

Pull up to the club, gotta have my three-five

Nigga know that we hot

Nigga know that he not

Big pockets like Rick Ross

Got a choppa, make a nigga Kris Kross

Took a bad bitch to the whip, got a nigga mad, now she got my dick soft

Now I hadda go and spark one

Garlic Cookies

I was leanin' off the fuckin Muddy

I was bored, so I hit one of my hoes, just to get some fuckin cuddy

Bust a nutty

Five in the mornin', niggas hadda go grab some Dunkies

I was hungry

Just went three rounds like the bitch was Ronda Rousey

At the cribby

Moms and Pops on my ass, like my name was fuckin Bibby

Now it's Saturday, I'm just cooped up in the bed, cause my body feeling nimbly

In a few hours, Imma go and do the same shit like I'm just a fuckin Frisbee

Imma take off, like a nigga next up, Jumpin' in the fuckin city