Jump Lyrics

We been in the backyard

I been all day

Trynna find the old house

Put me in the hallway

Like we never rolled out

But you know all day

Yeah you know we hop out

And the drink still cold

Just don't trip your bitch get pulled

And it go in I hit a floater

I been grinning

Got this bitch up on my dick

I ain't finna hold her

I been sitting pretty listen

Twisting miss him sipping soda

Got your weed from California

Got my tree from Pensacola

Overseas roll with me

Just go and chief this frequent odor

Hit sheets she sleeping over

If it's cheap its Fashionova

Drink it neat and it be sweet

I need a week to keep me sober

I been reading I don't know bruh

Hope I breathe to see October

I been changing

Rearranging my life

And the same name

Except I might just space with the hyphen

I can't change

Shit I gotta hit the plate when I'm writing

I'm scatter brained and I could

Find a better fang when they biting

And they if the came for enlightenment

You been played they ain't finding it

Shit I flow for a moment

Hold it

And float on a Vicodin

Hit they dome with some lightning

I'm like Zeus shit I'm daring

I got the juice

Like Doc produced it

Type to boost the McLaren

Off the Goose like I'm confused

Bitch fuck your moves

Ooh you staring

Go get your tools

It ain't a rapper in this booth

That you scaring

We been in the backyard

I been all day

Trynna find the old house

Put me in the hallway

Like we never rolled out

But you know all day

Yeah you know we hop out

If its one more lesson

If its one more blessing

Then it probably just be stressing me out

So I guess what I'm professing is

I probably need a vest

So give me that and then like seventy thou

I killed it Kennedy style

Proud of my enemies

Resenting me now

I need that energy infinitely

I spin it around

Getting sick of these enlisting thieves

Not hip to the sound

Who get on big TV's

Solve mysteries

Y'all piss in a gown

Or getting bitched as a clown

Fuck all that shit is about

I don't fuck with these hoes

In my DM's for the clout

But got a bitch

That'll still stare at my lips when I pout

Like an eclipse

It's hit or miss

Like my bitch in the south

But got more hoes in the west

And I don't wear clothes to impress

I never cared about a logo

Except what's sewed to the chest

But I guess it's what they don't know though

Get heavy holding that S

And I got this bitch

And she grow bro

But see my road is a mess

Yeah I stress when I go home

She the best I get more dome

I ain't trynna flex

Why would I impress

I'm trynna manifest it quick

Like hold on

Deciding shit less

So why they been pressed

Cause I'm hitting next

And doing no wrong

Just signed to the Mets

So get in line with the bets

Break spines and the necks

Cold get a coat on

We been in the backyard

I been all day

Trynna find the old house

Put me in the hallway

Like we never rolled out

But you know all day

Yeah you know we hop out