CoolOut6 - Wack Jumper (Freestyle)

Shout out to the dead opps nicca I got a lot to say
Nicca tried to hide from me once I got the drop today
We don't giva Fucc pull up park choppa snatch yo face
I'm wit some real gang members nicca so it ain't no case
Huh so it ain't no case
Run up on me wrong get em gone dig his grave today
I really need some drugs call my migo nicca andela
Dis Glock up on my his a snatch yo soul take yo life away bitch
Take yo life away bitch wanna talk about money Ian got the pape
Unless you tryna make this run fuh me you gotta meet jake
Then stop by the get some woods and get some face hoe
Thought I was playin niccas alway got some to say an holdin out they hand
I done up't this bitch to many times almost shot my man's
Tweakin off the dark stout woo
Tweakin off the dark stout wood like it's too many grams
I done came thru wit some drums and forgot the band
No I'm not from the fuccin city I live in the land
Bitch shut up and eat Arrl
Bitch shut up eat dick and check on them pans
Soon as the bitch left the room I pulled my pants
Wen she bend over arch her back that's the coochie stance
Had to step out the trap out jst to clear my head
Nicca think cut grab the clippers jst to cut them dreads
I can't fw ol boy cuz you know tht he fed
Nicca talk about wat he gone do bitch it's one in the head
Try me bitch I'm goin out like 50 get Rich or be dead
Get rich or be dead nicca talkin shit wit no blicc thts how you end up dead
We don't give no Fucc pull up pop one in you head bitch Ayee

Written by:
Jevon Lee

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