Jump (feat. Gizzle)

Gold medals, them my role models

Rollin' old models, lowered old schools

Flowin' cold and goin' gold follows

Flower bearin', call it petals to the floor

Power sharin', call it devils to the door

Power, power, till ain't no devils anymore

Flower, flowers, they be droppin' at the feet of my sun

Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum

And who do I meet to the beat of my drum?

It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer

All bitch, dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no ****

Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures

Her influence fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah

Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside

She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied

Told me out here in the streets, she ain't have no competition

And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description

With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now, here's my proposition:

You just write a bunch of raps for me and I'ma go and spit 'em

Then we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em

Then we take 'em to the record store and sell a couple million"

I already got the money, already got the bitches

I see these other ****, I'ma do it how they did it

From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper

Trapper to a rapper, now ****, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats

Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the streets

Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week

Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat

Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you ain't gotta do it twice

But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I write

Some details 'bout a female, 'bout your life and what you like"

She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm just like my life"

Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah, them **** started bussin'

Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it

She said, "****, hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid

Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach

She was hangin' out the window with that thumper she was dumpin'

Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin'

We was swervin', jumped the curb

And ditched the whip and started runnin'

Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall

So we ducked behind a bush and that's how we got overlooked

I was shook and breathin' hard

And she was sittin' there smokin' kush

Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"

And then we looked up and a light came down

And pulled us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

I already got the money, already got the bitches

I see these other ****, I'ma do it how they did it

From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper

Trapper to a rapper, now ****, make it happen

Well now, this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that I've been on

Yeah, lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home

Now where the bitches?

Get them intergalactic asses to clappin'

Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper

Nah, I could never go back to trappin'

And who needs Atlanta when you're on Saturn gettin' a lap dance?

With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can

And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up

Why you standin' there just lookin', ****? Turn that shit up

Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work

I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be there and I ain't in no rush

Nah, ****, nah, ****

I ain't in no rush

Aye, I thought you couldn't rap, when'd you learn how to do that?

Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?

Aye, fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn't even be in this ho

If you told me from the jump, we wouldn't be on this UFO

But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it

Never thought that I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot

But first thing's gon' be first, when we get back to that Earth

I'ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, ****

I already got the money, already got the bitches

I see these other ****, I'ma do it how they did it

(****, we're goin' home, home!)

From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper

(No, you can kill me, I don't care)

Trapper to a rapper, now ****, make it happen (No!)

Aye, look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do

Like I ain't 'bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this?

Like we time jumpin' and shit

You wanna go back and do what, just rap?

You can rap up here, ****!

Yeah, ****, just rap

No, you can't, ****, this is space

We can't fuck that, we goin' home

DROGAS!