LoudPackSeason - Jumpin' (feat. James B)

All these niggas came out with some fucking bangers and shit
Fucking tight right now
Loudpack big 3
Heard he got four fives coming from the backseat
When he gonna pull out
I'm boutta go dumb I'm boutta go crazy
They telling me to chill out wait
I'm shooting the big blocka
Don't know where he going
I hit his pinata
You talking to big shotta
Don't get ya shit shot up
I'm not with the nonsense
I'm running the business it's taking a process
I know what I'm doing
I eat in the game got something to digest
If u get involved then we get revolvers
Ain't nun of the talking wait
See we coming back I let him mac
He thinking we lost him wait
See you fucking with bosses
Smoking the jj feeling just jordan
Don't watch what I'm counting
I pick up the line then put in a order
If you moving iffy I move to the backstreets
Calling up risky
If I'm off the map that's going off mission
I use to get smacked for touching the pots
I played in the kitchen
Got smoke hotboxing
Get smoked hop out it
Niggas want beef then how bout it
My shit bling i'm hot lining
Iphone ping i'm wifing
Hi fiving plus fours
Nine popping speed off
Hydraulics
It be a malfunction
He get his mouth busted
If I get the steel I leave a stain
Just like hot mustard
Niggas is not trusted
Police is not justice
See I get the pussy from miss
Then I get the pussy from sis
And that's when I done a nigga
Gun down the gunning nigga
And niggas that's running with him
He hitting the track-feet
See niggas is running with em
See hit em again he up off the shot
See that's his adrenaline
A whole nother level like mario piping
Like dunanana'
Wait I'm in the spot alone
See I be a dog and bone
See I need a doggy bone
Hit and I lick then doggy gone
A dog's a dog
Jump up and leap and turn froggy on em
See I'm just heading to the bank
I turn cody on em
If we catch a opp it's over
He getting rocked and rolled on
Headshot pop his shoulders
It sizzle and pop like soda
Got green on the top like yoda
See the cookie gone stretch like yoga
Gotta cop another pack i'm potent
My niggas gonna snap I'm poet
And we cool beans gotta make it to the top but that's okay see
I'm in the two seat gotta make another stop
But what you saying
In this fight alone no
You gotta right ya wrongs bro
If you look between ya eyes
You gon see this long nose
Heard he got four fives coming from the backseat
When he gonna pull out
I'm boutta go dumb I'm boutta go crazy
They telling me to chill out wait
I'm shooting the big blocka
Don't know where he going
I hit his pinata
You talking to big shotta
Don't get ya shit shot up
Stupid

Written by:
Othello Kirkpatrick

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