Trap Jumping ft. YBeezy, GSnook & J7 Lyrics

I gotta push that shit through

It's pro game

It's G

Gang, I got caught up with the blicky had to sit it Down

He big bold on the net, he tellin' Now

Sorry mama, hang with killers, couple felons round

Put this trust up in the Glock, hope it don't let me down

I can't go back being broke, that's what they use to

You gotta watch that back door, cause they gon' snake ooo

Fuck bitches, get money, they gon' hate too

This off the muscle, more hustle, put the tape through

She gon' fuck, she gon' suck, that's what this pape do

And he and ye, he hit the dorm, and yeah, he turned it down

And if your shoes don't cost a thousand, why you on the couches

No, it Cost, shit like this came from flocking' houses

Me and Baby Stone, was really splitting' ounces

Glock coast, everywhere I go, can't get pop, smoke locked On

I'm gettin' to this money, I don't play no games

And if my niggas catch a case, don't say no names

I like the way she bend it over and poke that ass out

I'm tryna poke from the back, now put that cash out

All my young niggas troopin', they on a cash route

And if he trippin' on gang, he gettin' splashed out

Ayy, nigga

And if he trippin' on gang, he gettin' splashed out

And if he trippin' on gang, he gettin' splashed out

They killed Big Bro, I'm packin' this pole

Nigga disrespect me, this choppa gon' blow

Yeah, we pull up on this block, two threes with a scope

Nigga disrespect me, we gettin' them gone

Big Chops headshot, knockin' shit off

Pull up on this block, tip toe, don't let the stick off

Bounce out and shake shit like I'm Chris Paul

Yo, nigga, he a bitch, he up the stick, ain't let shit off

Pro gang, boutabag, nigga, this shit cost

He ain't slide, niggas hide, niggas gettin' picked off

Them 762, 556 goin' through brick walls

These Christian lube, these Gucci's, nigga, what your rent cost

S- Team and pro gang, we let them stick talk

Them niggas keep speakin' on gang, they get picked off

Shots fired at all opps, we let that switch talk

It's automatic, glizzy gang, nigga, don't get your shit spark💥

Ching talk, yeah, that's how I get guap

We pull the skits, niggas tryna run, they gettin' crisscrossed

All he seen was a beam, he try to get lost

Call this Glock, Jimmy Neutron, the way it blast off

S-Team and pro gang, we let them stick's talk niggas keep speakin' on gang, they getting picked off

Shots fired at all opps, we let that switch talk

It's automatic, glizzy gang, nigga, don't get your shit sparked💥

At the same time, though, bitch

Steve

Y'all know the motherfuckin' campaign, nigga

Big motion around this bitch, though

Ask yo hoe, she know Yap