Baby Kenny - 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 four four
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 two twenty 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)