Letra de Jumpman

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Slim Jesus]
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, my gang up to something
Rolling up extendos bitch we getting blunted
Riding with extendos bitch, we ain't bluffing
Run up on us wrong and then we get to dumping
Catch a op lacking then you leaking ho
Smoking OG gas got me freaking ho
Got your girl off a pill now she a tweaking ho
She gon' top me and go to your house cause there ain't no sleeping ho
Creeping in a four door benz, fuck a Coop
My shooters in the back seat fuck your crew
Slide through the ops blocking, we gon' shoot
Windows down, leave 'em wet, then get up through
Do a drill then it's right back to getting money
Started getting money them hoes start acting funny
But I just want that throat, I ain't even fucking
And I stay with the gang like it's always sunny
So if a goofy run up they getting macked down
I don't play that shit cause I got racks now
Fuck a body guard, I keep a strap now
So if I make it in the club, I ain't get pat down
They say Slim you gotta chill, bitch I'm tryna make a mil
And if a fuck boy try to stop me then that fuck boy gon' get killed
They say Slim you gotta chill, bitch I'm tryna make a mil
And if a fuck boy try to stop me then that fuck boy gon' get killed

[Verse 2: Witeboy]
420 packing yeah my [?]
I know these drugs, I treat 'em all like test subjects
Ain't no one on one [?]
He ducking dodging, gon' shoot up the family function
All that traffic talk, we caught him [?]
Where I'm from man your name gotta be good for something
Most these bitches I be chasing don't ammount to nothnig
[?] think he David [?]
[?]
Ready we gon' [?]
Sell a couple cheap, we could handle what he throwing
Come [?] he ain't even ready for it
We just plugged the plug, shit I guess we pluggin
Slim what we gon' do, they won't sell up nothing
We just pugged the plug, shit I guess we plugging
Slim what we gon' do, they won't sell up nothing
Ride, ride, ride fuck we staining something
This a warning shot, let you pussies know we coming
Half these niggas round you prolly think you owe 'em something
My clique don't ask for nothing, they too busy road running
We gon' ride, ride, ride, bitch we staining something
This a warning shot, ley you pussies know we coming
Half these niggas prolly out here gettin' fronted
My niggas they don't ask for nothing, they just road running

[Outro: Slim Jesus]
Gang in this bitch, young and ignorant