Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tanna Leone
Tanna Leone
Vocals
Noah Ehler
Noah Ehler
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Ehler
Noah Ehler
Songwriter
Avante Santana
Avante Santana
Songwriter
J. Pounds
J. Pounds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.LBS
J.LBS
Producer
Noah Ehler
Noah Ehler
Producer
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Recording Engineer
Joshua "CREEZED" Burton
Joshua "CREEZED" Burton
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas "Million Dollar Snare" De Porcel
Nicolas "Million Dollar Snare" De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I got the goop, it was stepped on (Yeah, yeah)
So I decided I'ma stick to the weed (Yeah, yeah)
Couple of my dogs threw me plays when I got back in the game
That's the type of face card that you need (Yeah, yeah)
Stay down 'til you take off in a jet on they ass
'Cause real **** do real things (Yeah, yeah)
Champagne for the gang when we kill a campaign
Poppin' out, hand the valet my key (Sit down, yeah)
Make it look so good you came back for the sequel (Yeah, yeah)
I wear all black on all my clothes, but I'm not evil (Yeah, yeah)
Jump off the porch, jump over the gym, Tanna Knievel
I'm telekinetic, they hella pathetic, we movin' the people, I'm doin' my big one
[Chorus]
Jump off the porch, jump over the gym (Jump off the porch, jump over the gym)
I'm doin' my big one
Jump off the porch, jump over the gym (Jump off the porch, jump over the gym)
Jump off the porch, jump over the gym (Jump off the porch, jump over the gym)
I'm doin' a big one, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ball so hard, I need an X-ray on my pinky (Big stunt)
Tighten up, you trolly polies know you need me (Big stunt)
Fifteen thousand hours in the lab, that's why it's easy
That wire hit, I lose my sad, but you can't be me
I came right up out the dirt and now they callin' me a plant
Newsflash, duh, bitch, I grew into the man
What's the pretense? What's the subject? Your OG was a stan
What's the point in havin' security if you ain't got no fans?
Just sit back and watch me cook, I'll show you how to fill the stands (Yeah)
Before you make the dope, you gotta learn to wash your hands
Yeah, pure morphine, I don't need no pots and pans
Yeah, you need more speed, brace yourself before you land
[Chorus]
Jump off the porch, jump over the gym (Jump off the porch, jump over the gym)
I'm doin' my big one
Jump off the porch, jump over the gym (Jump off the porch, jump over the gym)
Jump off the porch, jump over the gym (Jump off the porch, jump over the gym)
I'm doin' a big one, yeah
[Outro]
Ball so hard, I need an X-ray on my pinky (Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Avante Santana, Jason Pounds, Mike Ryan Hector, Noah Ehler
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