Streets Jumpin

Lyrics

[Chorus] Didn't play on that block, I was trappin' and stackin' Bust down a brick and remix it, rewrap it Bust down my wrist just to shit on you maggots Ain't worried 'bout no bitch 'cause a young nigga havin' Had to get off my ass and go get me a baggie Give me a plug and get rid of the package Make the work flip, spent a grip on my fashion Glock on my hip, boy get back or I'm blasting Designer stay all on my, your thot all up on me That guap gon' stay on me, I'll never be lonely Young nigga ran through more Tony than Tony King of the trap, I don't see an opponent King of the funk, I'm the next big homie Tear down your trap, if you got it we want it You know that you will not survive this [?] Real Murda Worth Music, LilCJ done got the streets jumpin' [Verse 1] First of all, let me say free Twisted Black I got this shit locked, now the folks on my back You fuck 'round it comes to the funk and get whacked We bust down the work and we break up the packs My kicks 'bout the same amount as your rent Add it up, my outfit cost 'bout a brick Nigga sad as fuck, too busy talkin' that shit If he talkin' up, might talk himself to a lick I know it hurt I'm the top dog Run up, we gon' start letting shots off Had to go hard with that hard, I am not soft Trap house look like we been baggin' up golf balls You switched, I been gettin' more money without y'all Oh what a wonderful feeling Pull up on your bitch, drop the ceiling She know it's straight business, no tinted She know that I'm chasing these millions These rap niggas all in they feelings Came up and took over my city My pockets on Puffy, no Diddy My Glock gotta come with extension My opp niggas comin' up missing My partners is ace if I sic 'em Young nigga you know that they blitzing [Chorus] Didn't play on that block, I was trappin' and stackin' Bust down a brick and remix it, rewrap it Bust down my wrist just to shit on you maggots Ain't worried 'bout no bitch 'cause a young nigga havin' Had to get off my ass and go get me a baggie Give me a plug and get rid of the package Make the work flip, spent a grip on my fashion Glock on my hip, boy get back or I'm blasting Designer stay all on my, your thot all up on me That guap gon' stay on me, I'll never be lonely Young nigga ran through more Tony than Tony King of the trap, I don't see an opponent King of the funk, I'm the next big homie Tear down your trap, if you got it we want it You know that you will not survive this [?] Real Murda Worth Music, LilCJ done got the streets jumpin' [Verse 2] Come trap in my hood, nigga gotta be goofy There I go out the window with an Uzi All my friends dead nigga, pockets on Uzi Pull up and leave your ass in the street, Uzi I'm all the way up but I came from the bottom Got green like I grew it, I'm stuffin' my wood I'm still in the hood, I'm still havin' pull My young nigga Ron don't know how to jugg Have you ever sat down, taught your bro how to cook Pour it out, just might write a book Nigga capped hard, saw my face and was shook We the Glock squad, bitch we stay with them glizzys We start stainin' and you gon' sing like you Suge Pull up on your main, get some brain, and then dip I was down on my dick, school had to get skipped I start trappin' them nicks, I was right in the six Lost my mama, fucked me up ever since Fell in love with drama, started upping them sticks I'm seeing commas, now they all on my dick Just in case you wondered nigga, I'll never quit We been through the thunder nigga, I'll never switch We don't royal rumble so that chopper got kick Nutted up on her then that ho get switched I'm a Murda Worth menace, the fuck I look like out here cuffin' a bitch? [Chorus] Didn't play on that block, I was trappin' and stackin' Bust down a brick and remix it, rewrap it Bust down my wrist just to shit on you maggots Ain't worried 'bout no bitch 'cause a young nigga havin' Had to get off my ass and go get me a baggie Give me a plug and get rid of the package Make the work flip, spent a grip on my fashion Glock on my hip, boy get back or I'm blasting Designer stay all on my, your thot all up on me That guap gon' stay on me, I'll never be lonely Young nigga ran through more Tony than Tony King of the trap, I don't see an opponent King of the funk, I'm the next big homie Tear down your trap, if you got it we want it You know that you will not survive this [?] Real Murda Worth Music, LilCJ done got the streets jumpin'