TRAP JUMP AYE! ft. Jams D Fizo, Dooley Martez & Geto Gold Lyrics

I always wanted to do a trap song

Dude

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, whole brick, half brick

Make the trap go aye

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, make the trap go aye

Chill little daddy, we tryna built little daddy

Nah for real little daddy, keep it trill little daddy

Can't match my turn up, bet ya life gang, one up

All my people from the come up

And you can really be the come up

And I need to see commas, don't need your promise, I need my offerings

Baka baka, you silly rappers

Make me pop a capper, make em' pop culture

Make em' really Casper, no feelings after

Call and feed the vultures with plenty laughter

What you really after, mine do dirt and don't clean up after

Niggas reall backwards

Never die until I actually do

Gang Gang what we actually is

Miss me with that acting shit

So if I'm acting just know it's accurate

Found a bunch of fucks I could give

Decided to keep them all for myself

Had to do it so I can live

I ain't worried about you I'm selfish

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, whole brick, half brick

Make the trap go aye

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, make the trap go aye

Audio trap jumping like Jordan

Got the dope fresh off the flame, to supply global warming

In a drought make it rain, cocaine when it's pourin

Yea I'm known to ease the pain, cause these bars are anointed

Angels wings started soaring that's that Madonna flow

Robin all through ya hood I'm Ronald Regan hoe

Bitch we up to no good

Toting stick burning wood

2x4 on my side and bitch I wish a nigga would try to play

Bitch this ain't the park

4 4 To ya face. I need racks, I need diamond plagues

Tay K in this race

Try to pump then I pull pump and no it's not a fake

Anderson bitch I am the one, keep the matrix in my safe

Jus in case I gotta erase you from this stratosphere

Can't let no bitch nigga breath inside my atmosphere

To open doors need some keys

Put my worries at ease

Make enough money to feed the block and uplift the team my nigga

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, whole brick, half brick

Make the trap go aye

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, make the trap go aye

She wanna fuck at the Sky Bar

I'm feeling like fuck it bitch why not

I give her a foul like I'm Draymond

At the end of the game she get three shots

When I shoot that chopper I don't aim

Jus let know that I bought it to flip a car

This bitch wanna fuck, doing handstands

This the shit that she do when she chew a bar

Ain't worse than the work in cubicle

Ain't no mystery nigga, no Scooby-Doo

My price get around like a hula hoop

Got that tool in shoe, this a murder boot

You so under me, I can hurdle you

I don't know what you doing, I ain't heard of you

Overdosing like Quil, now they sleeping on me

That chopper makes niggas get vertical

I got some bitches that'll slide for me

I don't need to cap, they'll die for me

A couple niggas lied on me

So I'm riding forges and glide on em'

Hop out the seasons

Off white, jewelry leaking

Little momma a monster

On her pantie holes she be feasting

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, whole brick, half brick

Make the trap go aye

Wish I had a hundred pounds to make the trap jump

Money, bad bitch, stacks that's the outcome

Little nigga want to take a nigga out huh

Choppers at your granny's door, only outcome

Bad hoes at my shows, sell em' out right

King Tip in my city, bring em' out huh

Ooh it's lit, all night only out come

Whole brick, half brick, make the trap go aye

Niggas chasing hoes, instead of chasing money

Now they a live puppet dancing on a string

Trying to please a screen, hoping everybody still coming

They gon wake up late, ain't ate, while the paper plates stain against plastic

Bitch we pass that

So I'm a drop the top, screaming fuck the cops

Feeling like Tupac in this classic

While I'm JFK on the interstate

I'm a face my fate while I'm gassin

Diamonds against the wood, glass house the hood

Feeling good with this seat back

Your feed back, we don't need that

Unless you made yourself an investment

Cause they'll sell their soul, just to sell up soil

Instead of fixing rows to get their seeds fat