JUMP

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Rick Owen boot on my feet
When I'm servin' pack, hit my phone
Uh, walk inside my crib
Bitch want me to drink cold like I'm Home Alone

If you run into your opps
I could jump for you like I'm skipping rope
She picked the trickin' on her friends
Told her I could do the same if a nigga want

Spend a rack on ya
You know he ain't coming back for ya
It's bodies you done seen, yeah
You don't want no smoke
Call your friends when you decide to run up
Party like me, I forget why I'm here
City cold but this shorty still not skrrrin' out
My black fits in the party, I brought the killers out
My black bitch in the rave, I brought the pills out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Rick Owen boot on my feet
When I'm servin' pack, hit my phone
Uh, walk inside my crib
Bitch want me to drink cold like I'm Home Alone
If you run into your opps
I could jump for you like I'm skipping rope
She picked the trickin' on her friends
Told her I could do the same if a nigga want
Spend a rack on ya

Told her I could do the same if a nigga want
Spend a rack on ya
Told her I could do the same if a nigga want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Told her I could do the same if a nigga want

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Told her I could do the same if a nigga want