Yuh
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna–
Don’t this shit make my people wanna–
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna–
Don’t this shit make my people wanna–
Act a fool, you better watch out
Hot shit, it be bringing the cops out
Street soldiers is ringing the blocks out
Short-circuit and blacking the blocks out
They say that they outside, but they look docile
And I ain’t talking about slippers, but got the Crocs out
Rocking fur coats, I brought the Naruto fox out
Lights out like Mike Tyson, I knock the mic out, yuh
Don’t this shit make my people wanna–
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna–
Don’t this shit make my people wanna–
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna–
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, yuh
You know the usual, I nail it like a cuticle
Been at it since a juvenile, you square just like a cubicle
It’s crucial you should know that you sound a little delusional
Comparing me to anyone else ’cause I am not the usual
I’m irrefutable, black out like it’s a funeral
Slinging spells like I’m Voldemort, talk to yo’ bitch like Doolittle
Pass the Courvoisier, bitch, hush
This shit wasn’t luck, rocking more gold then King Tut
Soda, how I crush ’em like Cuban, they linked up
That shit do not faze me, my pocket gon’ stay stuffed
And if you ain’t knowing, bitch, we on a roll now
Like we done stumbled on a pot of gold now
Food spilling all out of the bowl now
Money thick and harder to fold now, yuh
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna–
Don’t this shit make my people wanna–
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna–
Don’t this shit make my people wanna–
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, yuh
