BigJay247 - Jump man (feat. Rbn Jugg) Lyrics

Jump man , jump man , jump man , we leave a murder scene
Jump man, jump man, jump man , you cannot f*ck with me
Jump man, jump man, jump man , you niggas gon' die
Jump man, jump man, jump man, tryna send a pussy to the sky
I was doin' my work, I was readin' them books
Livin' the life, of a ' savage, and it turned me to a crook
Nigga claim he a shooter, but he got his gun Took
Niggas always think they solid, but start snitchin
When they get their ass booked
Hold on, wait, dump the Drake, shoot him in the face
It's gon' be a cold case
Cause we ain't leavin' no trace, tryna be like me
And that shit ain't simple
Walk a nigga down and pop him like a pimple
We don't shoot below the neck, we aimin' for that f*ckin' temple
My heart's so cold, you would think it was December
I don't got no soul, I got codeine in my liver
That lil' nigga a troll, man, that nigga ain't no killer
He had live down the road, now his ass up in that f*ckin' Swisher
Wiping niggas' nose like a motherf*ckin' tissue
I ain't tryna stop no violence, move around in silence
That nigga said he got a body, they said they wanna kill me
Well, a nigga come and find me, live by the gun, you die by the gun
That's the code of the streets, just like a steakhouse
I want all the f*ckin' beef, R-B-N up top
And them other niggas can't compete
I was in my hustlin' shit and I made three bands in a week
Niggas always dissin' till they get hit with that beam
Nigga owe me a hundred, but I might just put his ass to sleep
Jump man', jump man', jump man', we leavin' a murder scene
Jump man', jump man', jump man', you cannot f*ck with me
Jump man', jump man', jump man', you niggas gon' die, huh
Jump man ', jump man', jump man , tryna send a pussy to the sky
Talkin' bout smoke, then pass it
R-B-N , we ain't lackin
Hop on the beat, I'm spazzin
Hop out the car, with fully automatic
Hit him in the back, he fall dramatic
She put it on me, so you know I had to stab it
Talkin' hot, now you in the casket
Got them young boys with them gadgets
We got loadouts under jackets
Get it while you livin', ain't everlasting
Call me Kobe, I ain't never pass
I'm deep in my bag, you better not grab
Who you bank with, come get a check, I cash
Down two, I'll shoot the three
Four shots, they all came for me
We in the pound , my dawgs gon' eat
I'm not in the room, my bitch won't even speak
She act good, I'll give her a treat
I f*ck around, go on a shopping spree
Colin Kaep got your bitch on her knees
If you got honey, you'll get the bees
Better watch out, cause a bitch'll sting
I'm a coach, I'll send a blitz
Got a cheerleader doin' the splits
He tried to rob, too much dip on his chip
Came back from drill with an empty clip
If you ride the wave, we gon' sink your ship
Customized weapon with a brand new grip
Jump man, jump man, jump man
We leavin' a murder scene
Jump man, jump man, jump man
You cannot f*ck with me
Jump man, jump man, jump man
You niggas gon' die, huh
Jump man, jump man, jump man
Tryna send a pussy to the sky