No Jump-Ins (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Oh dis how you coming

Young Nigga shit I got plenty of money

Pull out dem sticks an da opps get da runnin

Caught dat lil bihh in my hood nd got punished

Lik nd lil bra got da dumpin

Dumpin these guns we ain't jumpin

That how we comin

Buyin mo guns for da spot if Dey run in

Want to be gang gotta shoot at da opp we ain't doin jump in

8500 it stuck to my ear

Post in da hood wit my uncle they smoking on cigarettes drinking sum beer

Ion compete it juss me vs me in da mirror

Roadrunner Kennel Come get you a Merle

Ran up my racks now she all in my ear

When I got booked Ian see her

Fuck it I ran it back it up now I leave her

Felony papers can't smoke on no weed gotta leave it

Runnin up money they lookin I'm teachin

Cut off my Patna he leachin

Tellin my Patna to chill he feining

FOR BODDIES

They say dat lil bra he da problem

I know he da problem cs every time he catch 'em a opp up in traffic he poppin

Tellin my Patna to throw me alley fuck it juss lob it

Oh dis how you comin

Young Nigga shit I got plenty of money

Pull out dem sticks an da opps get da runnin

Caught dat lil bitch in my hood nd got punished

Lik nd lil bra got da dumpin

Dumpin dese guns we ain't jumpin

Dat how we comin

Buyin more guns for da spot if Dey run in

Want to be gang gotta shoot at da opp we ain't doin jump in

Should've known dey was plotting

Now I ride wit a Glock nd a shotti

Pop out dis whip got clutching on every body

When this switch get da hittin you a dead body

Only way I miss if you ducking your head prolly

I want you myself i don't pay for bodies

Don't come after me nd don't think it's a problem

Fuck it I load up dem sticks nd go solve it

We got them sticks nd them bags and them racks in da apartments

Use to trap at da shop now I post in da partments

13 in my pocket I'm James harden

Put a switch on yo Glock it gone hit harder

Got dem yungeens Dey spray et da whip got me coaching like coach carter

Shouldn't did what they did

Nigga kno Dey a target

One to head leave ya brain on da carpet

Oh dis how you comin

Young Nigga shit I got plenty of money

Pull out dem sticks an da opps get da runnin

Caught dat lil bitch in my hood nd got punished

Lik nd lil bra got da dumpin

Dumpin dese guns we ain't jumpin

Dat how we comin

Buyin mo guns for da spot if Dey run in

Wanna be gang gotta shoot at da opp we ain't doin jump in