Yung Mal, Lil Quill, Luhtim, Day1Cassh - Jumpin lyrics

Cook that shit up, Quay look

Thirty deep, trap house jumpin'
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumpin'
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's
Still down the road, yeah
Jumpin', jumpin'
I gotta keep my trap jumpin'
Jumpin', jumpin', all in the kitchen
The hundreds I'm thumbin'
Jumpin', jumpin', you want to one on one
My youngins they jump you
Jumpin', jumpin', how you get money
Your trap ain't jumpin'

How you get money, your trap ain't jumpin'
When it come back glass nigga
Know the trap bumpin'
He called for the whole bag
Said he comin' from the country
I ain't droppin' no number
Still thirty-five hundred
Got the game from my uncle
I grew up a hustler
I learned from them farmers
Started using my muscle
We just moved in this bitch and
We got this bitch jumping
The neighbors keep trippin'
The junkies keep comin' jump, jump
Just call 'fore you come and
Don't pull up in front
Lil Quill got the stick and
He shoot through the cut
We gon' trap this bitch out
Switch it out in a month
Thirty deep, trap house jumpin'
Hit the curb, skrrt, damn this bitch runnin'

Thirty deep, trap house jumpin'
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumpin'
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's
Still down the road, yeah
Jumpin', jumpin'
I gotta keep my trap jumpin'
Jumpin', jumpin', all in the kitchen
The hundreds I'm thumbin'
Jumpin', jumpin', you want to one on one
My youngins they jump you
Jumpin', jumpin', how you get money
Your trap ain't jumpin'

I keep the two-two-three
With the pistol grip
When I hit, that bitch jumpin'
I put a wholesale on the cookie bags
Now I got the trap jumpin'
I'm Michael Jordan with the J's
I'm Peyton Manning with the plays
I keep the work like a slave
I beat the trap, Johnny Cage
All my young niggas jumpin'
I whip the Glock like an onion
I'm at your head like bunion
Now my diamonds they jumpin'
I trap out the work, had to hit me a lick
Had to run up my bag then I sold it my sick
I'm OD-ing on lean 'cause that
Henn make me sick and my trap still jumpin'
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Thirty deep, trap house jumpin'
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumpin'
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's
Still down the road, yeah
Jumpin', jumpin'
I gotta keep my trap jumpin'
Jumpin', jumpin', all in the kitchen
The hundreds I'm thumbin'
Jumpin', jumpin', you want to one on one
My youngins they jump you
Jumpin', jumpin', how you get money
Your trap ain't jumpin'

How you get money, your trap is not jumpin'
Call up my youngins
You know that they jumpin'
Come through the back 'cause
These motherfuckers bunkin'
Don't come with that shit or
Your mouth get to dunkin'
Beat up that pot, you think I won't punch you
Yeah we got work but we don't do no frontin'
Thirty-six O's on my wrist, now I'm stuntin'
Your ho give me head but
We don't do no hunchin'
Big bro Nick Cannon, he send 'em the bunk
I'm doin' the dash, I got six in the trunk
Really like Stanley, got six in the pump
Play with that cash and
That motherfucker dumpin'
Juggin' and servin', look out for my junkies
Yeah we got glass but
We still serving dummies
Yeah we got sticks and them
Shit's hold a hundred know you don't want it
Wrap this shit up and we shoot it like pony

Thirty deep, trap house jumpin'
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumpin'
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's
Still down the road, yeah
Jumpin', jumpin'
I gotta keep my trap jumpin'
Jumpin', jumpin', all in the kitchen
The hundreds I'm thumbin'
Jumpin', jumpin', you want to one on one
My youngins they jump you
Jumpin', jumpin', how you get money
Your trap ain't jumpin'