Shootergang Kony – Jumpman Lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh
Yeah
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
SooWoo
Kill a nigga, voodoo
Nigga tryna fonk, I get paid more than you do (nerd)
I’m top ten, cook a nigga, bowl of noodles
Niggas’ whole clique soft, one pit’ and four poodles (Yeah)
Better not push me, I’m to the edge (I’m to the edge)
Niggas tryna bang, now he dead (Nerd)
Free the home team, f*ck feds (Yeah)
You can find me somewhere in the post gettin’ bread (Huh?)
Uh, double G’s, but it’s Louis (Louis)
I’ll smoke a nigga real quick, he a doobie
Ratchet lil’ bitch want Salute Mе or Shoot Me
Stand under the hoop, I got vеrt’, Lil Uzi (Bang)
P Funk, nigga, this clique business (Clique business)
Brodie, if you got a problem, then I’m in it
On your corner with a rocket like Kelly Olynk (Huh?)
Would call you back, but this bitch hit different (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Stupid, ayy, peep this too
I’m with a lil’ bitch tryna see my troops (Tryna see it)
I really lick quick, you can see I shoot (Yeah, yeah)
My brother pass the tool, we tryna crash the clue
Ah, ayy, ayy, we gettin’ through (Nigga)
Shooters diss, if I lose, it’s a fluke (Yeah)
Jumpman, pull a skit, can’t hoop (Yeah)
SS, grab the G’s, we the truth (Truth)

[Verse 2]
SS1, 30G (Nigga)
Touch who? Get thirty-three (Bah-bah)
Fade who? Nigga, get cheese (Huh?)
Dick ain’t free ’til you bring it home to me (Ho)
Thug life, ex-bitches downgraded (Yeah)
They can see me gettin’ through, still wouldn’t even make a statement
I’m the greatest, I’ll bet forty thou’ that I make it (Yeah)
Left the bitch high maintenance after f*ckin’ with the player (Word)
Great aim, niggas got on fake chains, can’t hang
You ain’t never shot a stick, can’t gang
f*ck an HK, I been on point since a rookie (A rookie)
If I ever see a what’s-his-name, I’ma cook him (Bitch)
Big B’s, niggas got bitch T’s
Type of niggas throw fits, you gon’ get the bitch free
When it come to me, I let it off if I please
Won’t freeze, if the cops see me, I’m gettin’ ski

[Chorus]
Stupid, ayy, peep this too
I’m with a lil’ bitch tryna see my troops (Tryna see it)
I really lick quick, you can see I shoot (Yeah, yeah)
My brother pass the tool, we tryna crash the clue
Ah, ayy, ayy, we gettin’ through (Nigga)
Shooters diss, if I lose, it’s a fluke (Yeah)
Jumpman, pull a skit, can’t hoop (Yeah)
SS, grab the G’s, we the truth (Truth)

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