Lil Durk, King Von, Booka600 feat. Memo600 – Jump Lyrics

Lyrics Jump – Lil Durk, King Von, Booka600 feat. Memo600

And it’s still a few hitters from the six
Jumpin’ over bodies when them boys say, Hit the switch
N**gas deaf, who you think around the corner It’s a drill
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal

I’m from the six, we don’t do no drive-bys
Walk up, it’s a hit, f**k who you with
We gon’ pull up bangin’, all my n**gas gangin’
Keep a blick, smokin’ on that stankin’
Man, that s**t get dangerous
Draco, ain’t no aimin’, all my killers angels

Like, Who is him
You don’t think the n**ga safe, he lose a limb
Fifty thousand for the chain, half of that’ll get you hit
Ah s**t, caught that boy dissin’ Lil Boo, now he dead
All blicks, we just play this s**t for keeps, that’s all year

I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this b**ch
I seen it all, been in this s**t since hella youngin’, since a jit
He said it all, I heard that boy, he rat, I heard that boy he snitch
I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six

A hundred flicks, that’s a hundred shots, look like we takin’ pics
Took Memo a trip, he just start shootin’, I told him, Get a grip
She watch her left, sayin’, Six hundred K’ll get you killed
And I’m off a pill, I’m just sittin’ back, how I got the drill

These n**gas h*es, you know I know
He think he slick, I know he told
I’m on the road, still tottin’ pole
My gun be hot, your s**t be cold
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, his bond on hold
He still locked up, it’s takin’ long
She wanna know when he comin’ home

See, s**t it’ll get real
You ever been on the drill
When no one you shot got killed
I’m just keepin’ it real
Have you ever been in the car with your homie
Who don’t got the wheel
He can’t slide, he need him a pill
He a b**ch, it is what it is
That’s your mans you tryna uplift
But when it’s war time
N**gas ain’t gon’ do s**t

Them n**gas ain’t slidin’ no more
The opps outside, man
Them n**gas ain’t hidin’ no more
Well, I guess we ain’t the guys no more
When you see a n**ga killed your brother
You don’t ask, just blow
When I f**k with stars, give me passes though
And if you don’t wanna shoot just pass it, bro
F**k y’all wearing them masks for
N**gas got guns, but they ain’t gon’ blow

I know a rich n**ga homeless
Got me a deal, ain’t homeless, yeah, yeah
I’m a real n**ga for life
But I ain’t tryna risk my life like yeah, yeah
I was down bad on my deek
And the n**ga ain’t take my advice, yeah, yeah
I was tryna make my night
But the Percocets ruined my life, yeah, yeah

Spent a whole M on my children
I was f**ked up gettin’ meal plans
Lambo’ dark and it still tints
Money on the lawyer and I’m still rich
I fell off once and I’m still lit
Voice of the streets, it’s real s**t
I did a lil’ time and I ain’t tell s**t
Lost pounds in the mail, they ain’t mail s**t

I’m in school with a Kel-Tec
I love my brother for life
He lost his legs to a wheelchair
How you get blocks and you ain’t kill s**t
How you run blocks, you ain’t kill yet
I ain’t even pop my pill yet
Most these n**gas can’t feel that, yeah

You know what I’m sayin’, we do it for the streets
You know what I’m sayin’, the trenches
Everywhere, you know what I’m sayin’, Chicago
Let’s get it, yeah…

➤ Written by Memo600, Booka600, Lil Durk & King Von
Album: Only The Family Presents: Loyal Bros
Produced by Ruffians MG / RMG Nu
Lil Durk | King Von | Booka600 | Memo600 | 2021

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