"TRAP JUMP" lyrics
Trap house jump, cookin'
Ah
Trap house jump, cookin' up
Trap house jump, cookin' up pots
Plugged in, I ain't cuttin' the top
Face shot, just aim at his— (Graow)
Face shot, just aim at his eyes
She give insane top while I grip on her thighs
I got the dope fiends comin' back, I can tell you why
I got the dope that be havin' them too high
Nigga, I don't need the six 'cause I'm too live (Grrr)
She like to sip molly water, she almost died
Fiend passed out in the trap, look like suicide
Shorty, I know that you fake, so quit the lyin'
Niggas ain't livin' like that, boy, you too behind
There's a drought in the city, the trap house still survive
I'm too ahead of niggas, so I said it
But I got a Patek Philippe, still don't use it for time
Police see me, think I just did a crime
She finna bust shit open while she sniffin' a line
I got the keys in the front, man, it used to be dimes
I told her shake it, mama, 'cause you way too fine
That pussy so good, got her Louis Vuitton
Hit from the back then I pass to my slime
If it was good for me, then it's good for my guys
If it was good for me, then it's good for the streets
I need a freak bitch, niggas lookin' like, "Preach"
I need a freak bitch, one that know how to eat
She bad and bougie, she never be rockin' that cheap
That's a G Wagon, you niggas go hop in that Jeep
That's a G Wagon, you niggas gon' walk on your feet
This look fast 'cause we in a Maybach
You too broke for the game, need to say that (Ah)
[?] (Ah, ah)
Hit from the back, tell shorty to taste that (Ah), yes
Know how we comin', I'm never gon' stress
I got a Patek, my arm is worth more than your chest
I gotta pray to Jesus that I pass the test
Your bitch plottin' on me, but I had the TEC
I was sippin' Wock', but I ain't lack the tech
Shorty fuckin' with me and she mad obsessed
She's a thotiana just to add effect
Trap house jump, cookin' up
Trap house jump, cookin' up pots
Plugged in, I ain't cuttin' the top
Face shot, just aim at his—
Face shot, just aim at his eyes
She give insane top while I grip on her thighs
Oh, that's the same thot, well I'm guessin' she lied
She had a boyfriend and ain't tell me one time
I give her back 'cause I'm just bein' kind, nigga
Ah
I said we should go to the Bahamas, I knew that she easy (Bee)
Under the ocean, under the sheets and she gettin' freaky
Ah
Ah
Trap house jump, cookin' up
Trap house jump, cookin' up pots
Plugged in, I ain't cuttin' the top
Face shot, just aim at his— (Graow)
Face shot, just aim at his eyes
She give insane top while I grip on her thighs
I got the dope fiends comin' back, I can tell you why
I got the dope that be havin' them too high
Nigga, I don't need the six 'cause I'm too live (Grrr)
She like to sip molly water, she almost died
Fiend passed out in the trap, look like suicide
Shorty, I know that you fake, so quit the lyin'
Niggas ain't livin' like that, boy, you too behind
There's a drought in the city, the trap house still survive
I'm too ahead of niggas, so I said it
But I got a Patek Philippe, still don't use it for time
Police see me, think I just did a crime
She finna bust shit open while she sniffin' a line
I got the keys in the front, man, it used to be dimes
I told her shake it, mama, 'cause you way too fine
That pussy so good, got her Louis Vuitton
Hit from the back then I pass to my slime
If it was good for me, then it's good for my guys
If it was good for me, then it's good for the streets
I need a freak bitch, niggas lookin' like, "Preach"
I need a freak bitch, one that know how to eat
She bad and bougie, she never be rockin' that cheap
That's a G Wagon, you niggas go hop in that Jeep
That's a G Wagon, you niggas gon' walk on your feet
This look fast 'cause we in a Maybach
You too broke for the game, need to say that (Ah)
[?] (Ah, ah)
Hit from the back, tell shorty to taste that (Ah), yes
Know how we comin', I'm never gon' stress
I got a Patek, my arm is worth more than your chest
I gotta pray to Jesus that I pass the test
Your bitch plottin' on me, but I had the TEC
I was sippin' Wock', but I ain't lack the tech
Shorty fuckin' with me and she mad obsessed
She's a thotiana just to add effect
Trap house jump, cookin' up
Trap house jump, cookin' up pots
Plugged in, I ain't cuttin' the top
Face shot, just aim at his—
Face shot, just aim at his eyes
She give insane top while I grip on her thighs
Oh, that's the same thot, well I'm guessin' she lied
She had a boyfriend and ain't tell me one time
I give her back 'cause I'm just bein' kind, nigga
Ah
I said we should go to the Bahamas, I knew that she easy (Bee)
Under the ocean, under the sheets and she gettin' freaky
Ah
