Jump Out Gang - 67, LD, Dimzy

Jump out gang

Jump out bang

We got ‘nuff firearms

But I still do up bare hangs

We got spinner’s and dotty’s

We got .40's and MAC’s

We got ‘nuff live corn

We gon' blow your chest out of your back

Jump out gang

Jump out bang

We got ‘nuff firearms

But I still do up bare hangs

We got spinner’s and dotty’s

We got .40's and MAC’s

We got ‘nuff live corn

We gon' blow your chest out of your back

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

See the four door pausing

Skengs out, everyone runnin'

But the corn just slapped and floored 'em

50 shots in that mop

That’s a round of applauding

My nigga does so much drills

Like he’s outside doing brick walling

Still pullin' up, no warning

I’m still not ballin'

So I went and done ten toes on the map, that’s walking

Hoes in my snapchat stalking

Smoking dope on periscope

And the fans like «Dimz ain’t talking»

Free T, rang me up in the morning

Still smoke amnes' in the morning

Bro got the phone lines twerking

Hashtag working

Two fat packs like man’s got Biggie & Sherman (fat packs)

My lane goes mad

Yeah they love my wordin'

War is war

I’ll hit him up with the witness there

I don’t care what he saw

And I still kick doors

Like prick;

put your face on the floor

I’m with M, he scored, I scored

It’s got more

I need a 4's times 4

We got amm, We got raw

Bruk it down

Hit the strip

We get paid

Fuck the law (Alla' that, alla' that)

& we switched dis up like this new 4 4

We’re sporting (New .40)

I’m cuttin' off ties this year

No more lose poorin'

We hang all the opps

Then put it on God, we warssing

Still stepping with joints on joints

Still pull up no warning (4's on 4's)

I play that AM position

Not for assisting and scoring (attacking midfield)

Thank God first thing everyday when I wake in the morning

Finish straight then we’re talking

Jump out gang

Jump out bang

We got ‘nuff firearms

But I still do up bare hangs

We got spinner’s and dotty’s (Still do it)

We got .40's and MAC’s

We got ‘nuff live corn

We gon' blow your chest out of your back

Jump out gang

Jump out bang

We got ‘nuff firearms

But I still do up bare hangs (Still do it)

We got spinner’s and dotty’s

We got .40's and MAC’s

We got ‘nuff live corn

We gon' blow your chest out of your back

Smoke

No joke, serve up

Cake coke

Trap til' I die, can’t be broke

Get that dough bro, whip that blow

Fuck the trident, they locked my bro

Gun smoke if you fuck with bro

No hype when I lurk on road

Do a drill then go mix some dough

Let’s lurk, let’s lurk

4 Door with the gang

Tryna' hit him in the shirt

Man don’t really talk

You can end 6 feet like dirt

Money afi make

Prop the ting push work (Whip it, whip it)

Just linked skrrt, skrrt

Bill up a zoot, do road then skrrt

There man talk like bitches

skrrt

Forget all the talk

Man drillers for Real

Man lurk, lurk

Life is a set-up

I’m beefing snitches

Them man dasheen

Come like women

They say ‘no lacking'

But they’re hardly with it (Gemz)

Back road or main road

Same way, man drillin'

Jump out gang

Jump out bang

Spin don’t jam

And the kick back’s mad

Leave hollows in your back

Leave you laid out flat

As soon as man gets whacked

Man ah man dash (Dasheen)

Jump out gang

Jump out bang

We got ‘nuff firearms

But I still do up bare hangs (Still do it)

We got spinner’s and dotty’s

We got .40's and MAC’s

We got ‘nuff live corn

We gon' blow your chest out of your back

Jump out gang

Jump out bang

We got ‘nuff firearms

But I still do up bare hangs (Still do it)

We got spinner’s and dotty’s

We got .40's and MAC’s

We got ‘nuff live corn

We gon' blow your chest out your back