Jump - Sy Ari Da Kid

Hop out the sprinter, and jump in the Coope

My Crip nigga cool, my Blood nigga bool

You know she gon jump, my nigga

The trap house gon jump, my nigga

Fuck around, we gon jump that nigga

That how we winning

With god as my witness

Handle your shit, I flex on your nigga in front of these bitches

Jump out the bed, and go straight to the kitchen

Young nigga ball like a pitcher

I’m going home with a stripper

Funny thing, I never tipped her

I know everything, no Wikipedia

Young nigga fly like a medior

Getting head all on my social media

You need to jump

Beem me up, Scotty just beam me up

Vandilising your bitch, I graffiti her

Sound like she drinking some healiom

Hop out the sprinter, and jump in the Coope

My Crip nigga cool, my Blood nigga bool

You know she gon jump, my nigga

The trap house gon jump, my nigga

Fuck around, we gon jump that nigga

what you doing?

I go to the dealership, spend a hundred thousand dollars on a Coope

Chop off the top and I ruined it

I be hooping it

I shoot, I be shooting it

like me now

when I

Work out that pussy, yeah

Send her home with some

I’m fat as fuck, and I’m tatted up

Fat as fuck, tatted up

I throw up that money, fucking up some kommas, add it up

Hop out the sprinter, and jump in the Coope

My Crip nigga cool, my Blood nigga bool

You know she gon jump, my nigga

The trap house gon jump, my nigga

Fuck around, we gon jump that nigga