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jump - stupid genius lyrics

jump
all my sh-t been
ah yea

(verse 1, lil rich)

look, look
i’m that guy you know
i’m that f-ckin guy you know
two lit, three lit, for the city
b-tch i’m kinda chose
oh that n-gg- with me
that my n-gg-, hoe
p-ssin n-gg-s on the shoulders
swear we’ll f-ck your ghost
f-ck your phantom, my decisions never random
you just photogenic, trappin on them cameras
b-tch i’m bustin’
like they shot me out a cannon
know you stupid, you said stupidgee was bad for brandin’
been the plug, and the socket we the f-ckin topic
cashin every pocket like what the f-ck is a wallet
b-tch i been blessed, pray i’m the man
i’m thanking the man, you thankin these hoes
f-ck is your plan?
i swear, i swear i’m all about a check
look up at my hands
picture all that -ss
that that money gram
popping for the bands, she clappin for them hands
and they know when we try out she wake up and go again
ah, yay!!

(hook, lil rich)

ph-ph-ph-phone clickin’, you know imma make it happen
i been spendin from the trap and now i’m back in action
look at me ball (ballin)
look at me ball
you n-gg-s ran outta minutes when they money called, jumpin!
all my sh-t been jumpin, oh i’m, jumpin
n-gg-s pump fake so my sh-t jumpin
all my sh-t been jumpin, oh i’m jumpin
n-gg-s pump fake so my sh-t jumpin!

(verse 2, f-ss coupe)

jump
23 for that whole thing
cocaine paraphernalia on my gold ring
several rings with the bling, go, four chains
shavin cain, make it disappear, david blaine (voila)
t-t-trap jumping out the gym, water jumping out the pot
b-tch i’m junkie with the skunky and i’m steady with the glock
g-g-got your hoe jumpin like some shots
inchin for the chicken man i got the chicken pox
new sevie on the lot, dope boy left a quarter in my socks
seen, im really on the go, you can call me for the blow
tell that b-tch she got to go, in the summer sellin snow
several laid, broad day, twin turbo blowin smoke
at my shows servin dro
f-ck probation, f-ck parole
gotta go and get the dough
knock, knock, who at the door
phone clickin, make it happen
how a young n-gg- trappin
chopper spittin, soldier rappin
no drake, but i sold degr-ssi

(hook, lil rich)

(verse 3, chaz king)

f-ck all these n-gg-s, they flip flop (f-ck em)
money, it’s time to get tick tock
my squad goin up to the tip-top
all my sh-t jumping like kris kross (jump)
f-ck is you livin for?
your b-tch? yea, she been a wh-r-!
like n-gg- you mad, my homies be at your door
with hammers they tuckin for it
f-ck is they gon say about a n-gg- gettin guap (huh)
go to god, homie i cannot be stopped
young n-gg- give me props, trust me i done earned my spot
boy i’m hot, stupidgee, n-gg- yea, f-ck the ops
man i win, win win
i can’t lose, lose, lose
i know you hate a n-gg-
prolly wanna grab you a noose
tie that sh-t around my neck
man just show me some respect
cause every time i turn up just know that sh-ts for a check
got the squad goin up
cause we got us a plan
why you n-gg-s worried bout your f-ckin likes on the gram’?
retweets on twitter, right swipes on tinder
up fake, pump fake, go ‘head jump n-gg-!
whoa

(hook, lil rich)

- stupid genius lyrics

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