Jumping

Fuck **** diss me on a song like that

Pussy ass **** shouldn't have said what it said

Money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed

You could keep your legs 'cause I'm aiming at your head

You say you want beef, alright, cool, 'nuff said

But he ain't been out the house in a week, 'cause he scared

We pull up with banana clips, peel a **** head

No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed

Got the candy apple thing painted lollipop red

Treat my dick like it's a sucker

She got lollipop head

Fuck pigs can't show no cooperation with the Feds

Take a pussy **** on the roof and throw him off the edge

Trying to play me like a hoe, that's a no no

I'm YSN bitch I know you see the logo

I'm Iron Giant, make me hit you with the robo

Say you get money, but you ain't got shit to show for

You in the strip club and you ain't throwing no dough

I'm Mike Tyson, hit the Pyrex with a elbow

I need a duffle bag bitch, I'm talkin' real dough

She suck my dick with her friend, she a real hoe

When I'm done with that pussy I leave it real sore

My rims big so I hit the corner real slow

How you a trapper, you can't even read the scale though

I'm rapping but I still got that shit for sale though

Fuck **** diss me on a song like that

Pussy ass **** shouldn't have said what it said

Money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed

You could keep your legs 'cause I'm aiming at your head

You say you want beef, alright, cool, 'nuff said

But he ain't been out the house in a week, 'cause he scared

We pull up with banana clips, peel a **** head

No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed

We ride in the latest whips with extended clips

Forty with the rubber grip hanging off the hip

Bad red bone rolling cookies out the zip

And she don't even drink, I got her tipsy off a sip

Booked a private jet 'cause I gotta take a trip

762s hit his car made it flip

Ain't gotta spit game, but I something like a pimp

Ain't even know her name, but I fucked her off the rip

This drunk ass **** acting like he wanna trip

He talking out his neck, so I'm aiming at his lips

Balmain jeans and these bitches cost a grip

I'm fresher than a bitch, you will drown off the drip

I fall up in the club, make them valet park the whip

I know your shit rented, you ain't even got the slip

Bitch I'm cool with the Bloods and I'm cool with the Crips

I pull up to the strip, get my chips then I dip

Bitch

Fuck **** diss me on a song like that

Pussy ass **** shouldn't have said what it said

Money in the couch, pistol underneath the bed

You could keep your legs 'cause I'm aiming at your head

You say you want beef, alright, cool, 'nuff said

But he ain't been out the house in a week, 'cause he scared

We pull up with banana clips, peel a **** head

No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed

Bed, bed, be-bed, bed

Bed, bed

No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed