Jumpout Gang (Explicit) - EST Gee
Lyrics by：Aaron E Butler/George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Jeremiah Tesfaye
Composed by：Aaron E Butler/George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Jeremiah Tesfaye
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
When you rich like this
It ain't a b***h out here you can't get
It ain't a b***h out here you can't get
Free lil' Jumpout Gang and them
Hop out the yoly
Chase him
FOREVEROLLING
How much for his case again
Tell his mama take his ten
Tell his mama take his ten
N***as broke in love
Like laid up with a ho can make 'em bands
Baby mama tellin' h*es I ain't s**t as if they give a d**n
They don't give a f**k
They know if they suck it good with the hands
They just might get a bag
Mwah
Square business
I'm a business man
Focus up and you'll get a chance
You'll get a chance
It's your fault
You a type to crash
I'll pay for s**t to get it split in half
I'll pay for s**t to get it split in half
Spin your block in the same car tomorrow
It just got different tags
Said they on my top
I said
Back lap
I'm on the phone with Mad
OG say it's love until you jammed
And then got half on half
We locked in in blood
So it's loyalty over love
It's loyalty over love
That mean however it come
I'm a p***y if I run
P***y if I run
I'm that n***a 'cause we won
Baby
Do it 'til I come
Yeah
Yeah
And I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' a*s
With my lil' trickin' a*s
Still the same n***a
Cash all over us
It's split in half
Dirty my pop
Deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast
I be livin' fast
Rockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag
Tryna do the dash
Them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Yeah
Tryna do the dash
Them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Somebody should've told him tighten up
He finna crash
Somebody should've told him tighten up
He finna crash
Yeah
7 62s hit his whip
We call them engine enders
It's me
The road
A 'bow of crystal
Ain't no codefendants
It ain't no codefendants
Keep actin' like you like that
N***as trippin'
They ain't stuffed no rentals
I'm too official
Up my pistol 'fore I ever argue with you
Percocets
They itchin'
Sweatin' in these last few missions
I'm tryna get it finished
I'm tryna get it
They don't got no honor
They role model sold truth to your honor
In a whip with a stick with my lil' partner
Tryna catch a pinata
Came up short
I cut his cord
He tried
So I really don't mop him
Everyone in the slums
They show me love 'cause I deliver product
Turn one into three
Then dish it out to a few different buyers
Bringin' food to the table
He the fake one
This Fendi designer
One car back behind him on the highway
I'm trailing my driver
Yeah
And I'ma buy you something quick with my lil' trickin' a*s
With my lil' trickin' a*s
Still the same n***a
Cash all over us
It's split in half
Dirty my pop
Deuce and a half 'cause I be livin' fast
I be livin' fast
Rockin' my thot until tomorrow 'cause all she do is nag
Tryna do the dash
Them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Yeah
Tryna do the dash
Them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Somebody should've told him tighten up
He finna crash
Somebody should've told him tighten up
He finna crash
