Wack Jumper (Freestyle) Lyrics

Shout out to the dead opps nicca I got a lot to say

Nicca tried to hide from me once I got the drop today

We don't giva Fucc pull up park choppa snatch yo face

I'm wit some real gang members nicca so it ain't no case

Huh so it ain't no case

Run up on me wrong get em gone dig his grave today

I really need some drugs call my migo nicca andela

Dis Glock up on my his a snatch yo soul take yo life away bitch

Take yo life away bitch wanna talk about money Ian got the pape

Unless you tryna make this run fuh me you gotta meet jake

Then stop by the get some woods and get some face hoe

Thought I was playin niccas alway got some to say an holdin out they hand

I done up't this bitch to many times almost shot my man's

Tweakin off the dark stout woo

Tweakin off the dark stout wood like it's too many grams

I done came thru wit some drums and forgot the band

No I'm not from the fuccin city I live in the land

Bitch shut up and eat Arrl

Bitch shut up eat dick and check on them pans

Soon as the bitch left the room I pulled my pants

Wen she bend over arch her back that's the coochie stance

Had to step out the trap out jst to clear my head

Nicca think cut grab the clippers jst to cut them dreads

I can't fw ol boy cuz you know tht he fed

Nicca talk about wat he gone do bitch it's one in the head

Try me bitch I'm goin out like 50 get Rich or be dead

Get rich or be dead nicca talkin shit wit no blicc thts how you end up dead

We don't give no Fucc pull up pop one in you head bitch Ayee