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letra de jumpin - yung mal & lil quill

[intro: luhtim]
cook that sh-t up, quay
look

[chorus: luhtim]
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’

[verse 1: yung mal]
how you get money, your trap ain’t jumpin’
when it come back gl-ss n-gga 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 b-tch and we got this b-tch 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 b-tch out, switch it out in a month
thirty deep, trap house jumpin’
hit the curb, skrrt, d-mn this b-tch runnin’

[verse 2: day1c-ssh]
i keep the two-two-three, with the pistol grip
when i hit, that b-tch 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 n-ggas 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 l!ck
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 sh-t

[verse 3: lil quill]
how you get money, your trap is not jumpin’
call up my youngins, you know that they jumpin’
come through the back ’cause these motherf-ckers bunkin’
don’t come with that sh-t 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 motherf-cker dumpin’
juggin’ and servin’, look out for my junkies
yeah we got gl-ss but we still serving dummies
yeah we got sticks and them sh-ts hold a hundred
know you don’t want it
wrap this sh-t up and we shoot it like pony

- yung mal lil quill

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