Trap phone, jumpin', got that money
Countin' hella M's, bitch, I seen it comin
Got a lil' bitch trynna roll off the molly
Tryna talk to me like she was somebody
I just skrt in the whip I don't see nobody
Switchin' out my mags
Rockin' on the jaqs
Ricky on the boots, sippin' codeine, too
I gotta screw loose, mobbin' with my troops
Mobbin with the troops, mobbin with the goons
Trap phone, jumpin', trap phone, jumpin' Trap phone, jumpin', trap phone, jumpin
Yeah, she wanna celebrate, clap with no hands
She knows that I'm the man, she f*ckin' on the cam
I get my bands and dip, I know that I'm the shit
This codeine that I sip, just punchin' through my ribs
Smashin through the lamb, convert to the G
I know I'm the man, push up on me
You lost all your men, lost an army
I got artillery blowin' like some weed
I don't wanna talk, I just want the guap
Pocket filled with knots, bitch, I'm in him you're not
Speakers hella loud, oh yeah, they knock
I just found a thot, creepin' through the spot
Trap phone, jumpin', got that money
Countin' hella M's, bitch, I seen it comin
Got a lil' bitch trynna roll off the molly
Tryna talk to me like she was somebody
BLXX - Jumpin! (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Trap phone, jumpin', got that money
Countin' hella M's, bitch, I seen it comin
Got a lil' bitch trynna roll off the molly
Tryna talk to me like she was somebody
I just skrt in the whip I don't see nobody
Switchin' out my mags
Rockin' on the jaqs
Ricky on the boots, sippin' codeine, too
I gotta screw loose, mobbin' with my troops
Mobbin with the troops, mobbin with the goons
Trap phone, jumpin', trap phone, jumpin' Trap phone, jumpin', trap phone, jumpin
Yeah, she wanna celebrate, clap with no hands
She knows that I'm the man, she f*ckin' on the cam
I get my bands and dip, I know that I'm the shit
This codeine that I sip, just punchin' through my ribs
Smashin through the lamb, convert to the G
I know I'm the man, push up on me
You lost all your men, lost an army
I got artillery blowin' like some weed
I don't wanna talk, I just want the guap
Pocket filled with knots, bitch, I'm in him you're not
Speakers hella loud, oh yeah, they knock
I just found a thot, creepin' through the spot
Trap phone, jumpin', got that money
Countin' hella M's, bitch, I seen it comin
Got a lil' bitch trynna roll off the molly
Tryna talk to me like she was somebody
Countin' hella M's, bitch, I seen it comin
Got a lil' bitch trynna roll off the molly
Tryna talk to me like she was somebody
I just skrt in the whip I don't see nobody
Switchin' out my mags
Rockin' on the jaqs
Ricky on the boots, sippin' codeine, too
I gotta screw loose, mobbin' with my troops
Mobbin with the troops, mobbin with the goons
Trap phone, jumpin', trap phone, jumpin' Trap phone, jumpin', trap phone, jumpin
Yeah, she wanna celebrate, clap with no hands
She knows that I'm the man, she f*ckin' on the cam
I get my bands and dip, I know that I'm the shit
This codeine that I sip, just punchin' through my ribs
Smashin through the lamb, convert to the G
I know I'm the man, push up on me
You lost all your men, lost an army
I got artillery blowin' like some weed
I don't wanna talk, I just want the guap
Pocket filled with knots, bitch, I'm in him you're not
Speakers hella loud, oh yeah, they knock
I just found a thot, creepin' through the spot
Trap phone, jumpin', got that money
Countin' hella M's, bitch, I seen it comin
Got a lil' bitch trynna roll off the molly
Tryna talk to me like she was somebody
Writer: Jose Carranza
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