4rom The Jump Lyrics

Still fuck da opps

Im outside gettin it

On a mill mission

If yu aint bout yo pape

Ain't gettin cash

Den why yu chill w us

We fuck w big boy gs

Been gettin money

Over here we deal different

She say i hit the spot

The only nigga

Ta make her feel wicked

Unc jus put da 6s on da hemi

Yea Bitch we still spinnin

Another play just came today

Yea bitch we still hittin

Im dat nigga round my city

Keep a man around dat kill niggas

50 drums and switches onna Glocks

We trynna kill niggas

I thought a ounce a weed was Money

Till i seen a pill ounce

Dat money counter

Keep on jammin

Trynna count a mill out

Im smokin pressure

Dis shi cost

I coulda bought a real house

Been goin stoopid thru dis Summer heat

Dey told me chill out

100 shots

Too many glocks

Its gettin hot

Way down the way

My steppers active

Push yo shit back

Ian talkin bout no fade

Cant fuck on shorty ass too bad

I heard she linkin w dem lames

Different rentals out the gates

Im switchin lanes im goin crazy

100k bitch

Inna 100 days

Yea

Money stacked up

Pick a rack up

Play about me

Imma up dat thang

Cant run no where

My shooters posted

And dey got sum aim

Yu gon end onna poster

Wit allat talkin down on gang

Slide thru the block we get it hot

We keep them lethal thangs

Keep sum extra clips jus fa da opps

Know we aint even mane

Cant talk ta cops wont write a statement

Cus I aint seen a thang

Wen yu come from da struggle yea

Yu needin anythang

We was thugging outside

Cus dis da way we was gon eat Today

Trynna count these blessin cus

I kno my family needin me

Wen yu start gettin guap

Yu see the people start turnin evil Aye

Young hot niggas

Trynna come up

Only thing was streets fa me

Hadda get dat guap

I got it up

Bitch i dont need a thang

Banging onna block we got sum Blickas

Den got into stain

Blow a nigga head up off his feet

Thats if he speak to me

Rip my mans we really miss yu Forvever milly gang

Dey took my mans Im super high

Bitch i mean hella geekin

I cant feel a thang forever numb

It got me hella tweakin

Slidin off dem drugs

My niggas catch yu

Dat's gon be yo weekend

Think da lean been gettin to

Every cup jus make sleepy

Stretch a nigga

If we see em outside

We gon catch da nigga

Got weapons wit us

Ars n dem tecs

So dont be messin wit us

Yu say its smoke we want it all

Apply sum pressure w it

Cant talk on bodies

Kno my niggas slidin

Aint no question in it

I thought a ounce a weed was

Money till i seen a pill ounce

Dat money counter

Keep on jammin

Trynna count a mill out

Im smokin pressure

Dis shi cost

I coulda bought a real house

Been goin stoopid thru dis Summer heat

Dey told me chill out

100 shots

Too many glock

Its gettin hot

Way down the way

My steppers active

Push yo shit back

Ian talkin bout no fade

Cant fuck on shorty ass too bad

I heard she linkin w dem lames

Different rentals out the gates

Im switchin lanes im goin crazy