Art Johnson - How The Trap Jumpin (feat. Doe Boi)

The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
It's time to open up another traaap
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
That bihh been jumping up and bouncing back
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
Run it up another hunnit racks

Cooking them babies flipping them babies
Package and shipping them babies Phone just rang who the fuck is it My lil woe say he Need 4 and a baby That pure dope drive em crazy me just tryna drive Mercedes
Cook that fill that zip lock baby
Me not trust her she work naked Phone still ringing please be patient Knocks on the front Door got me clutching
Looking out the peep hole that's my brother
Nigga you crazy I almost busted you, Back to the stove like I'm bout to miss supper
Whipping like I'm tryna get a check like Russell
All this dope got a nigga feeling nauseous
I had to tell my bitch don't touch me I see snow I see snow like it's winter time
Told my bitch to count that check before dinner time
Might just buy her ass a purse she been working overtime
Plus that ass Fat it jump like the trap

The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
It's time to open up another traaap
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
That bihh been jumping up and bouncing back
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
Run it up another hunnit racks

Out to get it for a vision thats photo genic
Get it from the ground on a mission just like forensics
On this money ride counting nickels n savin pennies
Cuz I'm on a grind to a budget like P diddy
Damn lil momma fine I can hit it for pretty pennies 
All I know is grind no hands out no gimme gimme
On this land slide watching my steps fa land mines
Military minds repping my set with Gang signs
Gothem huddled up calling the play its game time 
Now taking off from top of the key with hang time
Even prophet can't see what I read between da lines
Got these niggaz saying boi u da truth and they ain't lying

The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
It's time to open up another traaap
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
That bihh been jumping up and bouncing back
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping jump the trap jumping
The trap jumping
Run it up another hunnit racks

Written by:
Artie Johnson

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