wack jumper - glockboyz teejaee & onfully lyrics
[chorus: teejaee]
n*gga we don’t beef in public wait til ain’t n0body around do em like they did cain
cousin i spilled a 4 inside the whip i got the scat buzzing my n*gga coulda kept
hooping he got a whack jumper n*gga still a wack something my n*gga shoulda kept
hopping he got a wack jumper
[verse 1: onfully & teejaee]
a hunnid shots plus anotha chop that’s a block flooded b*tch keep pullin on my pants told her stop tugging if you acting like a chicken you get smack dumplin if you don’t know sh*t b*tch stop making assumptions
fully told you you’ll get k!lled for wrongfully assuming every time we find out where they at we’ll go do it pull up an drop a hunnid shots an have the block jumping like you beefing with yo label you ain’t drop nothing
you can come count the sh*t or don’t n*gga stop fronting n*gga never pull my card n*gga quit the bluffing leave a opp head by my feet f*ck around and punt it tired of shooting call teejaee tell him sub brody say i rap good as h*ll sh*t naw for real i’ll probably rap yo b*tch ass for real n*gga no chill no cap
[chorus: teejaee]
n*gga we don’t beef in public wait til ain’t n0body around do em like they did cain cousin i spilled a 4 inside the whip i got the scat buzzing my n*gga coulda kept hooping he got a whack jumper n*gga still a wack something my n*gga shoulda kept hopping he got a wack jumper a hunnid shots plus a hunnid shots im coming back dumping like i did a song with the shred ain’t see the strap coming
[verse 1: onfully & teejaee]
n*ggas know what we do to opps catch the ass in traffic choppa rain make it really hot
n*ggas out here acting like they gang but they really not teejaee hit the gas on the scat got me spilling drop feins knocking at the door they need that fetty wap them b*tches keep trying to hit the crib might have to change the spot lurking on the opps in the hood going block to block i’m clutch with the glock 5 seconds imma take a shot n*gga you got a wack jumper you betta tuck them chains cause my n*gga a sn*tch something an if you catch me in the club just know the strap coming an i’ll never leave my mans we back to back dumping
[chorus: teejaee]
n*gga we don’t beef in public wait til ain’t n0body around do em like they did cain cousin i spilled a 4 inside the whip i got the scat buzzing my n*gga coulda kept hooping he got a whack jumper n*gga still a wack something my n*gga shoulda kept hopping he got a wack jumper a hunnid shots plus anotha chop that’s a block flooded b*tch keep pullin on my pants told her stop tugging
he a got a shaq jumper he can’t a free throw he can’t hit nothing n*gga i got the trap jumping i just made 6 racks off 6 onions n*gga that ain’t no weed neither it’s that ugly white b*tch i call her mona lisa n*gga we ain’t wrestling neither i got this big undertaker for you john cenas dame shoot the pistol left hand call him tayshawn beat a n*gga almost to death call him raekwon them boys can’t shoot long distance call em rayjon who broke mone just posted a quarter million dollar bond these n*ggas bleed when they see us call em tampons we known to leave tees wet call em aqualine spilled a pint in the vet now the coop fried i ain’t gone lie they shot my whip up then like 2 died
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