AJ 773 - Jumpman ( Freestyle) lyrics
[AJ 773 - Jumpman Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah
Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman
Shoutout Shaun, shoutout Shakeed, Dun Dolla
Let's go
Went and saw your main and got throat
Buckle up
Stepped on the gas like it's a cockroach
Say she wanna cuddle, no will, nor way
Oh shit, I'm getting capital, no Oslo
Work for the hundos, I'm head honcho yeah
From the green to the purple like I'm Rondo
We can go mano e mano
Got the loud and a bottle
Hell yeah, fucking right
Even bae knowing the motto
I got it, figured this shit out in like '04
Got hands like Manny or Cotto
Yeah, we heard that you buddy with the popo
Intercept these hands, Tony Romo
Young nigga, and I'm from that 3
Seem like you niggas copy me
Yeah, I'm good with them ABCs
Your girl call me when she
Want an uppercase D
I change flows like I change lanes
Call of Duty, a young nigga take aim
Subtract the m, add the b, r, and the n
You idiots still don't get my brain
Himalayas, how I'm going to the top
I'm LeBron James with Vince Carter's hops
Mutumbo, how lame niggas cock block
Man I'll rock your top
Your rhymes blasé blah
Jr smith, got like 60 shots
Troublemaker, got like 50 opps
Run up on him, 49 getting dropped
Janitors in the city, everybody got mops
Lyrics, got a myriad on top of the pyramid
She let me hit, had a near death experience
Boy is you serious leave you delirious
End you like a sentence
That's point blank period
They ain't checking for you
Nigga work harder you know my heart darker
Than permanent marker
Shaun told me hop on it, nigga had to kill it
Run out of patience 'fore I
Ever run outta lyrics my nigga
Sour Patches, Pork Rines
My nigga weapon of choice is four dimes
They ain't got bars
Guess they need more time
They holding cell, I'm federal
She on my dick round the clock
Guess she fittin' in my schedule
So cold I'm in a frozone, lyrics flexible
Shit incredible my defense is impregnable
Look me in the eyes and you see a better you
You a joker, no Heath
I'll turn you to a vegetable
Going hard till my heart stop beating
If shorty wet, then I dive in the deep end
Me stoppin', like Ezel not tweaking
They don't want the beef
The game fulla vegans
Killing rappers, you need to call House
With your wife, and my stick in her mouth
Spit a little, I'm crazy off the vapors
They hating on me
The black Christian Laettner
Never second fiddle
Watch me kill a instrumental
Ever seen a dog that actually run the kennel
Ain't gotta bark or growl
You gon respect me swear they run the game
But they got two left feet
Serving in my city
Every block got Jeffrey's
I start blazing, then a nigga blasian
Got bodies, serial killer basement
My mind racing, my thoughts are pacing
Control the game, delete you, no escaping
No Drake and Josh, I'm plotting like Megan
You fake like world wrestling entertainment
You spitting mild, but a nigga spit Cajun
Talk out your ass, and your mouth get split
Cut the bullshit, I'm really bout this shit
Trying to get pockets fat
While you counterfeit
Married to the art so I ain't about to miss
Mouth to mouth the clit
Before she mount the dick we don't politic
And she super thick she not new to this
Arrived super quick ain't no shame in it
Niggas mad at this far from average
Rhymes immaculate backside smacking it
Ain't no lackin' bitch ha
Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman Jumpman
Shoutout Shaun, shoutout Shakeed, Dun Dolla
Let's go
Went and saw your main and got throat
Buckle up
Stepped on the gas like it's a cockroach
Say she wanna cuddle, no will, nor way
Oh shit, I'm getting capital, no Oslo
Work for the hundos, I'm head honcho yeah
From the green to the purple like I'm Rondo
We can go mano e mano
Got the loud and a bottle
Hell yeah, fucking right
Even bae knowing the motto
I got it, figured this shit out in like '04
Got hands like Manny or Cotto
Yeah, we heard that you buddy with the popo
Intercept these hands, Tony Romo
Young nigga, and I'm from that 3
Seem like you niggas copy me
Yeah, I'm good with them ABCs
Your girl call me when she
Want an uppercase D
I change flows like I change lanes
Call of Duty, a young nigga take aim
Subtract the m, add the b, r, and the n
You idiots still don't get my brain
Himalayas, how I'm going to the top
I'm LeBron James with Vince Carter's hops
Mutumbo, how lame niggas cock block
Man I'll rock your top
Your rhymes blasé blah
Jr smith, got like 60 shots
Troublemaker, got like 50 opps
Run up on him, 49 getting dropped
Janitors in the city, everybody got mops
Lyrics, got a myriad on top of the pyramid
She let me hit, had a near death experience
Boy is you serious leave you delirious
End you like a sentence
That's point blank period
They ain't checking for you
Nigga work harder you know my heart darker
Than permanent marker
Shaun told me hop on it, nigga had to kill it
Run out of patience 'fore I
Ever run outta lyrics my nigga
Sour Patches, Pork Rines
My nigga weapon of choice is four dimes
They ain't got bars
Guess they need more time
They holding cell, I'm federal
She on my dick round the clock
Guess she fittin' in my schedule
So cold I'm in a frozone, lyrics flexible
Shit incredible my defense is impregnable
Look me in the eyes and you see a better you
You a joker, no Heath
I'll turn you to a vegetable
Going hard till my heart stop beating
If shorty wet, then I dive in the deep end
Me stoppin', like Ezel not tweaking
They don't want the beef
The game fulla vegans
Killing rappers, you need to call House
With your wife, and my stick in her mouth
Spit a little, I'm crazy off the vapors
They hating on me
The black Christian Laettner
Never second fiddle
Watch me kill a instrumental
Ever seen a dog that actually run the kennel
Ain't gotta bark or growl
You gon respect me swear they run the game
But they got two left feet
Serving in my city
Every block got Jeffrey's
I start blazing, then a nigga blasian
Got bodies, serial killer basement
My mind racing, my thoughts are pacing
Control the game, delete you, no escaping
No Drake and Josh, I'm plotting like Megan
You fake like world wrestling entertainment
You spitting mild, but a nigga spit Cajun
Talk out your ass, and your mouth get split
Cut the bullshit, I'm really bout this shit
Trying to get pockets fat
While you counterfeit
Married to the art so I ain't about to miss
Mouth to mouth the clit
Before she mount the dick we don't politic
And she super thick she not new to this
Arrived super quick ain't no shame in it
Niggas mad at this far from average
Rhymes immaculate backside smacking it
Ain't no lackin' bitch ha