Jump Out Gang (feat. LD, Dimzy, Asap, Monkey & Liquez)

Jump out gang Bang 67 Aight Jump out gang Jump out bang We got 'nuff firearms But I still do you up bare hands We got spinners and dotties We got 40s and MACs 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 you up bare hands We got spinners and dotties We got 40s and MACs 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 lingos 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 He's got more I need a 4s times 4 We got amm, we got raw Break it down Hit the strip We get paid Fuck the law (Alla' that, alla' that) Let me we switched this up Like this new 44 we're sporting (New 40) I'm cuttin' off ties this year No more lose ballin' We hang with the opps then pull it On God we warssing Still stepping with joints on joints Still pull up no warning (4s on 4s) I play that AM position Not for assisting and scoring (attacking midfield) Thank God first thing everyday when I wake in the morning Then it's straight money talkin' Jump out gang Jump out bang We got 'nuff firearms But I still do you up bare hands We got spinners and dotties We got 40s and MACs 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 you up bare hands We got spinners and dotties We got 40s and MACs 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 Them man talk like bitches [?] skrrt Forget all the talk Mans drillers for Real Man lurk, lurk Life is a set-up I'm beefing snitches Them man dashin' 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 backs mad Leave hollows in your back Leave you laid out flat As soon as man gets whacked Man'a man dash (Dasheen) Jump out gang Jump out bang We got 'nuff firearms But I still do you up bare hands We got spinners and dotties We got 40s and MACs 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 you up bare hands We got spinners and dotties We got 40s and MACs We got 'nuff live corn We gon' blow your chest out of your back