Lyrics Jumpout Gang – EST Gee

When you rich like this, it ain’t a b**ch out here you can’t get
Free lil’ Jumpout Gang and them, hop out the yoly, chase him
How much for his case again Tell his mama take his ten
N**gas broke in love, like laid up with a ho can make ’em bands
Baby mama tellin’ h*es I ain’t s**t as if they give a damn
They know if they suck it good with the hands, they just might get a bag
Square business, I’m a business man, focus up and you’ll get a chance
It’s your fault, you a type to crash, I’ll pay for s**t to get it split in half
Spin your block in the same car tomorrow, it just got different tags
Said they on my top, I said, Back lap, I’m on the phone with Mad
OG say it’s love until you jammed, and then got half on half
We locked in in blood, so it’s loyalty over love
That mean however it come, I’m a p**sy if I run
I’m that n**ga ’cause we won, baby, do it ’til I comeYeah, and I’ma buy you something quick with my lil’ trickin’ ass
Still the same n**ga, cash all over us, it’s split in half
Dirty my pop, deuce and a half ’cause I be livin’ fast
Rockin’ my thot until tomorrow ’cause all she do is nag
Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash
Yeah, 7.62s hit his whip, we call them engine enders
It’s me, the road, a ‘bow of crystal, ain’t no codefendants
Keep actin’ like you like that, n**gas trippin’, they ain’t stuffed no rentals
I’m too official, up my pistol ‘fore I ever argue with you
Percocets, they itchin’, sweatin’ in these last few missions, I’m tryna get it finished
They don’t got no honor, they role model sold truth to your honor
In a whip with a stick with my lil’ partner, tryna catch a piñata
Came up short, I cut his cord, he tried, so I really don’t mop him
Everyone in the slums, they show me love ’cause I deliver product
Turn one into three, then dish it out to a few different buyers
Bringin’ food to the table, he the fake one, this Fendi designer
One car back behind him on the highway, I’m trailing my driverYeah, and I’ma buy you something quick with my lil’ trickin’ ass
Still the same n**ga, cash all over us, it’s split in half
Dirty my pop, deuce and a half ’cause I be livin’ fast
Rockin’ my thot until tomorrow ’cause all she do is nag
Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash…
➤ Written by EST Gee, FOREVEROLLING, Flex on the Beat, Lil JT
Album: Bigger Than Life Or Death Part 2
Produced by Flex on the Beat, Lil JT & FOREVEROLLING
EST Gee | 2021