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wack jumper - stunna2fly lyrics

(enrgy made this one)

(verse 1)
so much bricks in the trap, whole gang got some wack jumpers
yeah he used to ball but he quit, he iman shumpert
trap jumpin’ like a sport, like a trampoline
this a foreign, hit the sport, transport gasoline
this b*tch’ll make you hit a flip, guess what i’m holdin (bow)
i’ll still be flexin when i’m old, like i’m hulk hogan
“f*ck these b*tches, gettin’ money,” that’s a dope slogan
that’s a whole mood, i’m wavy like a whole ocean
in the trap bustin’ bricks like it’s demolition
find me doin’ numbers, calculators, i’m a mathemetician
tryna make a mil’ of this sh*t, that’s my whole ambition
yes i’m with the gang, and we strapped, meet the coalition
huh, what the f*ck these n*ggas talk bout?
you should see they face everytime a n*gga pop out, aye
sh*ttin’ on my ex bring the [?] out aye
shootin’ at my opps bring the [?] out aye

(verse 2)
he got a wack jumper so he on the bench
never ran from no n*gga and i never flinched (nah)
i can put you in positions that could get you lynched (brrrah)
this that opp pack baby, know you smell the stench (woo)
i only k!lled this beat cause [?] phone
keep ringin’ won’t stop, i need 3 jacks
remember when i said i left the streets? guess i relapsed
this is for the opps who never shot sh*t: relax!
do a hundred years before a n*gga be extortin mine
had them bullets stickin out your skin like a porcupine
made them close they eyes when they pass, oh they hate the shine
bunch of green dead n*ggas with me, yet i’m frankenstein
we be slidin’ down your block like we playin’ hockey
k!ll a n*gga, keep it secret, like illuminati
free the soldier out that cell, my boy done beat a body
bustin’ bricks and swingin’ sticks and we don’t know karate
no competition, this sh*t easy, i guess it’s a scrimmage
i’m a muhf*ckin boss, bae you peep the image?
these n*ggas gossipin’ like hoes, guess they akademiks
runnin’ through these bricks so f*ckin’ fast i think we made the guniess (ha!)
you got shooters, we got shooters, let’s go strap for strap
but once we start, no we can’t stop, we goin’ back to back (brrrah)
and if you die your mom be cryin’, have a heart attack
all of that internet bootin’ reason that’s gon’ get you wacked
no we ain’t scammin’, we been grinding for these blue faces
they say they love me, don’t believe when they got two faces
[?] keep tyin’ up my line like these shoelaces
bando always got a mask on, he the new jason
ha, i guess i’m new michael myers
i just bought glock 26, can’t wait to let it fire (boom boom)
all this f*ckin’ dirty money, need to take a shower (woo)
i been thumbin’ since the moon and owey gimme pass (brrr)
(outro)
what they talk ’bout? huh?

- stunna2fly lyrics

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