Get Jumped

Lyrics

[Intro] Troy Train, keep it rollin Bankroll Got It [Chorus: Bandmanrill] Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow, don't wanna let him, huh Wrist said it's 2.5 For the line 'member it was 2.5 For the dime, ain't have 2.5 At the time, now it's 2.5 for a rhyme, huh Shoutout to my pops, most my mother Mama, you did everything, but pop showed me no other Show me how to stay down, if they play it, don't play around No 9m, it's K-Round We laid up, don't lay down, ayy [Verse 1: Bandmanrill] I cannot fuck with a goofy, huh I cannot fuck with a lame, huh Little bro said he gon' do me, he must be dumb in his brain He must not know all my niggas got unlimited aim Have my lil bro off that score, he give a fuck 'bout the fame Get to the money, I rack up, huh Doot-doom, I'm fucking her back up Nigga be lame playing for the lackers Can't go broke, won't happen, no I wanna be, let's bankroll I got a chop', came with a scope Buddy gon' rob, but you a hoe Nigga, I'm still, still, pause [Verse 2: Asian Doll] Ayy, said opps bitch lacked, we jumped her Boom boom, beat a bitch unconscious These niggas be trash and dumpster Geekin', tweaking, fucked up the function Wanted a drill and he passed me the knot Never tell on my nigga, no crank, he a thot Never cheat on my nigga, in love with the Glock Can't fight a lil bitch, so invest in the chop Ayy, wanna be down with the gang so bad, these bitches be going out sad 187, get shoot through your mask How you gon' beef when you know where we at? Opps jump, bitches run Niggas gun, catch your son We don't do no 1-on-1 Just me and my Tommy gun And I'm better, pussy wetter, diamonds ice cold I rock Prada on my coat, so I put Prada on my toes Don't invite me to no parties, I be takin' niggas hoes If he think that I'm a player, I let this choppa wipe his nose [Chorus: Bandmanrill] Look, wait, had to stack my bread up, huh G-Locks and Berettas, bro might blow, don't wanna let him, huh Wrist said it's 2.5 For the line 'member it was 2.5 For the dime, ain't have 2.5 At the time, now it's 2.5 for a rhyme, huh Shoutout to my pops, most my mother Mama, you did everything, but pop showed me no other Show me how to stay down, if they play it, don't play around No 9m, it's K-Round We laid up, don't lay down, ayy [Outro: Asian Doll] Said opps bitch lacked, we jumped her Boom boom, beat a bitch unconscious These niggas be trash and dumpster Geekin', tweaking, fucked up the function Wanted a drill and he passed me the knot Never tell on my nigga, no crank, he a thot Never cheat on my nigga, in love with the Glock Can't fight a lil bitch, so invest in the chop