NO JUMPER ft. LIL FUEGO Lyrics

We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time, fuck you

Damn, Favo

Me and Fuego like Beavis and Butthead

In Atlanta, I'm shoppin' in Buckhead

You know me, I don't need nothin' but head

She got a sweet tooth I give her nutmeg

Jim Carrey go dumber and dumber

I'm buzzin' on bitches no Bumble

I hop out the whip like I'm Thumper

With shooter's who don't got a jumper

My niggas like Shaq at the free throw

They gon' air it out at your peephole

Took a bad bitch to the Bistro

Now I'm havin' my way like Carlito

Your bitch in that Shein, my bitch in Chanel

Pop a xanny now I feel like a snail

YSL, man she lovin' the smell

My dick get hard when I'm checkin' my Zelle

Cash app or send it through Zelle

15 for the percs, wholesale

Niggas ain't eatin', these niggas is frail

Michelin star, Caviar and Quail

Im, I'm eatin' Calamari and Escargot

And I'm well known at Wells Fargo

Red flag like I'm Raphael, but the hunnids blue like I'm Leonardo

Pour, Pourin' purple like I'm Donatello

With a mellow yellow on the top floor (What)

Me and Fuego like the Hardy brothers (Fuego)

Smack downs

Off the top rope

Had to tag team with my big bro

Bruh I'm on the way

Aye, 10-4

I'm in a peacoat cause my money long

Left the bape store, I don't shop at malls

Man, fuck that, I don't shop at all, I just wake up and I'm fresh as hell

It ain't gotta be Christmas for me to ball, I'ma rock out like Jingle Bell

Wa, Water on my like a wishing well (Splash)

Niggas hatin', boy, I wish you well (Fuego)

Smell the money on my fingernails (Yuh)

60 miles Ima give 'em hell (Zoom)

200 the dash in the foreign, my bitch is not boring she knowin' que pasa (What's up)

I'm going Jeffrey Gordon, I'm pouring and pouring with dreads like a Rasta

Drink got me sleepy, Im feelin' like Snorlax

Send me the addy, I step on your doormat

Pull up on niggas with beef like I'm DoorDash

Niggas ain't having no motion like four flats (Aye)

I got racks, I got racks, I got racks on racks (Fuego)

I got racks, I got racks, I got racks on racks (Whoa)

I got bands, I got bands, watch my diamonds dance (Hot)

Off a perc and a xan, I don't stand a chance

Niggas don't stand no chance, when I walk in, I be drippin' like a loofah

Nigga don't stand no chance, they know who I am, blow your block down like a tuba

Shooters pull up in an Uber

And none of my shooters is hoopers

My shooters pull up with bazookas (Boom)

So don't come around like it's stupid yeah

You already know what the coupe is

All of my whips is roofless

All of my niggas is ruthless

All of my bitches is toothless

Pourin' up purple like Lupus

Falling asleep in Ruth Chris

She callin' me back, I'm like, who this

The number you have dialed is not in service at this time

Me and Fuego like Beavis and Butthead

In Atlanta, I'm shoppin' in Buckhead

You know me, I don't need nothin' but head

She got a sweet tooth, I give her nutmeg

Jim Carrey go dumber and dumber

I'm buzzin' on bitches no Bumble

I hop out the whip like I'm Thumper

With shooter's who don't got a jumper

My niggas like Shaq at the free throw

They gon' air it out at your peephole