JUMPER Lyrics

My thought process is so different to where there's-it's not a style yet

Meaning there's not too many

There's not no one that, that sound

That does what I do so they

You don't have no one to compare it to

Or you don't even have no one to just put it in line with

Or put no one in line behind it

It's also about being free, mentally

You know being free like I do what I want

Say what I want

And make it cool

And make it make sense

Roll up a blunt then I face that shit

I got so many trees gotta rake that shit

If the play go bad Imma take that hit

Get a brand new bag and I make that flip

Serving them zips in a Chrome Heart tee

I'm on that corner like Cromartie

Pour up a deuce in a yellow Rock Creek

Bitch I'm a baller 2k on my feet

Look at my jumper (uh uh)

Look at my numbers (uh uh)

Laid up with a bad bitch (uh uh)

And then Imma dunk her (uh uh)

Look at my jumper (uh uh)

Look at my numbers (uh uh)

Laid up with a bad bitch (uh uh)

And then Imma dunk her (uh uh)

Better get a boat for the flood

Making that codeine thunder uh

The opp wanna play both sides

I call that boy Travis Hunter uh

Eight lines of the hi-tech and a big fat blunt put a nigga in a slumber uh

Pull up on you and I feel like the Miz your whole block get a skull crusher uh

I'm in the trap cuz the junkies they need me I chop more bricks than a dojo

Step to the plate with a stick and I hit me a homer I feel like Juan Soto

Glock on my hip yea I call it George Gervin I put him on ice with a 44

I'm moving slow I feel like Michael Irvin how my double cup got two ochos

Heavy artillery at your door

Better take cover better get low

How many percs did I pop I don't know

I'm doing them just to prepare for a show

Up in the morning I'm whipping that dope

I'm hitting the pot with the people's elbow

Going 220 yea my car got a turbo

Bitch I'm swerving the whip like I'm G Herbo

Roll up a blunt then I face that shit

I got so many trees gotta rake that shit

If the play go bad Imma take that hit

Get a brand new bag and I make that flip

Serving them zips in a Chrome Heart tee

I'm on that corner like Cromartie

Pour up a deuce in a yellow Rock Creek

Bitch I'm a baller 2k on my feet

Look at my jumper (uh uh)

Look at my numbers (uh uh)

Laid up with a bad bitch (uh uh)

And then Imma dunk her (uh uh)

Look at my jumper (uh uh)

Look at my numbers (uh uh)

Laid up with a bad bitch (uh uh)

And then Imma dunk her (uh uh)