Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocals
Love Apple
Love Apple
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Kenneth Green Jr.
Edwin Kenneth Green Jr.
Lyrics
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Composer
Valerie Ogeltree
Valerie Ogeltree
Composer
Louis Edward Ragland
Louis Edward Ragland
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Guess I always knew
Guess I always knew
Hold up
[Chorus]
Jumpin' in, tryna hit with my brotha
Bitch, I'm jumpin' in, in the whip to wherever
Bitch, I'm jumpin' in, standing still brought me nothing
So, I'm jumpin' in, ain't no jumpin' when you clutching on a—
[Verse 1]
357, split the seven to a three-five
I done loved Atlanta for forever, ****, F.I.L.A
Offended? Leave you behind on the freeway
In the whip with no Freon, fuck a peon
They catching bullets like Deion
I had to devise a plan to prove that I was divine
I demonstrate similar traits to the greats, but I'm in the space
Evеn they can't imitate, I watch and wait
[Bridge]
You just touch me, and I mеlt
I know I'll always be the one for you
[Chorus]
Jumpin' in, tryna hit with my brotha
Bitch, I'm jumpin' in, in the whip to wherever
Ho, I'm jumpin' in, standing still brought me nothing
So, I'm jumpin' in, staying here ain't bring me nothing
So, I'm—
In the whip, shorty fussy, but she jumpin' in
If she bust it wide open, then I'm jumpin' in
Shawty clutching on that—, ain't no jumpin' him
Phew
Fuck that jumpin' in, fuck that—
[Verse 2]
2007, I was living on the east side
Big bro hit me, say he on the way, I call him Esau
Bitch, I had to wrestle with an angel by the seaside
Daddy didn't want me hanging with 'em, I can see why
They thought I was green till I hoped out on that Green Line
These **** got green eyes, pointing them at me now
Learned about the killers, I know what it takes to be one
I learned, without a trigger finger you can't make a peace sign
Okay, I know this shit
Better not tote that shit, unless you plan to blow that shit
I had to crash in David's whip, until he totaled it
Nowadays I don't even gotta' ask them what the total is
[Bridge]
You just touch me, and I melt
And I always knew that I would grow to this
I know I'll always be the one for you
[Chorus]
Jumpin' in, tryna hit with my brotha
Bitch, I'm jumpin' in, in the whip to wherever
Ho, I'm jumpin' in, standing still brought me nothing
So, I'm jumpin' in, staying here ain't bring me nothing
So, I'm—
In the whip, shorty fussy, but she jumpin' in
If she bust it wide open, then I'm jumpin' in
Shawty clutching on that—, ain't no jumpin' him
Phew
Fuck that jumpin' in, fuck that—
[Outro]
I thought someday I would forget
Though I try so hard to stay away
Written by: Edward Maclin Cooper III, Edwin Green, Louis Edward Ragland, Valerie Ogeltree
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