OFF THE JUMP Lyrics

Cartier wrist off the jump

My stick hard to body, I'm findin' the fun it

Cartier wrist off the jump

Fuck wit' the kid screaming fuck all the

Fuck all the government

Cartier wrist off the jump

Cartier wrist off the

(Cartier wrist off the)

Cartier wrist off the jump

Cartier wrist off the jump

Said fuck wit the kid screaming fuck all the government

Shots out my clip hard to handle

My stick hard to body I'm finding the fun in it

(Yuh)

Why does she talk like a fed?

Dead

Bitch ain't know shit bout' a fundament

These niggas in love with a bitch

But a bitch ain't got shit to give back to this loving' shit

(Stop)

Pussy talk too much, on the block give a thot no love

Give a thot no love and she ain't get shit but a bus

(But a bus)

On the block give a thot no

Cartier wrist off the jump

How the fuck you turnin' up?

I got a drank and some funds

I got a couple of dollars inside of my pocket shit I'm steady turnt till the sun

Wassup

I'm feelin' pretentious

Would it be stupid if niggas been mentionin

I'm boutta sentence, a couple of nigga who jealous

I'm 'bout to be stuck in his bitch while he stuck in a jam

I been all up on the fence but I'll bring it back to the west then

I feel the tension

I think I deserve a medal

Shit I'm certified walk in with valid credentials

Bitch I'm special

Harder than muhfuckin' metal

I think that I do it I did it I do it again

Only thing that I could settle with

Just a lil' settlement

Till then I can't go to bed

Till then I can't go to bed

I'm stacking my muhfuckin' bread

I came to my senses

Harder than muhfuckin' metal

Burnin' this shit like a kettle

This shit get hot

Six in this bitch niggas know what's the plot

Trip on a bitch I'm sending all them shots

And servin' em bricks man this shit cost a lot

Man I'm swervin' these bitches I can't cuff a thot

Aye like, aye Six, how you been doin? Well shit I been doin, they doin the most

They doubtin' my wrist while I'm dodging in whips

Man these bitches is stupid I'm whippin' a Ghost

That goes for my lick and my lil ex bitch

When it comes to the steppin' kicking through them doors

And should I get steak on my plate or cook up calamari 'cuz all of my shit plated gold

Cartier wrist off the jump

Said fuck wit' the kid screaming fuck all the

Fuck all the government

Shots out my clip hard to handle

My stick hard to body I'm finding the fun in it

(Yuh)

Why does she talk like a fed?

Dead

Bitch ain't know shit bout' a fundament

These niggas in love with a bitch

But a bitch ain't got shit to give back to this loving' shit

(uh, uh, uh)

(hold)

Stop

Wristband tucked too froze hoe watch

Caution

I like my bitches obnoxious

Promptly

Pick up your bags when she calling

Shit my diamonds been dancing they watching the clock

I might chase a bag and niggas chase on a thot

I might skeet a jag until I make out a lot and that hoe that I wanted? Already forgot

Cartier wrist off the jump

Said fuck wit' the kid screaming fuck all the government

Shots out my clip hard to handle

My stick hard to body I'm finding the fun in it

(Yuh)

Why does she talk like a fed?

Dead

Bitch ain't know shit bout' a fundament

These niggas in love with a bitch

But a bitch ain't got shit to give back to this loving' shit

(uh, uh, uh)