JUMP SHOT [BLOOD SWEAT TEARS]

Yeah you got a uber? Pull up over here You got a uber? Pull up bet She mad as hell You got a fucking know though hol' up L don't even know how I got that shit Ay, Never gotta said that only disapprove Disapprove Niggas don't f*ck with you until you Get them bands & that mula Never been niggas said that just rejected My life full of disapproval Fam ain't love my girl I ain't love me till I got that mula All the opps is smart So I'm like bleach with That choppa stain remover Tryna do me dirty trust me buddy I could be way crueler F*ck a thot put my trust in the guap F*ck a thot put my trust in the gun Stay at rodeo get shot Shawty look good on some funds Diamonds are hеre on the gun They bе the UPS 1's Swear that I'm on it like cartel 'Coz I got it while fucking them 1's Treat my opps, like my chop' Take it for wrestling them back out the trunk 30 on my VVS don't go blind Tryna stare at the sun They got a lot to say but not To my face on the allegation assumptions I ain't gone for none of that bullshit Then your man gone for none She on the back of her bag, for real Like I ain't know what I have done I probably pass on the girl of your dreams You treat her like she number 1 You know that I'm never sober for real Step on the scale, it weigh a ton Stick all of my cars ain't gone for none Catch a body i go on a run Baby you proud that I slept on the floors For real we came from the slums Making America great again D-D-Donald Trump Fifty shades of that grey, that's that goose Baby it leave you slumped MJ, 23 f*ck a gun tryna take a shot just jump Ball in your court, take the game Winning shot, just jump, just jump, jump Ball in your court, take the game Winning shot, just jump, jump, she jump Ball in your court, take the game Winning shot, just jump, jump, she jump Ball in your court, take the game Winning shot, just jump, jump, she just jump Can't f*ck with that boy with the racks No we can't come around here Fauni pulled up in a scat I'm in that big body Benz and can't steer Fucking that hoe she like yeah Lil joint eastside boy she crunk Doing these things got one Eating real good we out scatter for chrome I got stink shoes sitting in the cut Hands staying up like a monk I tell a baby she show me something Might get bust like a pump No BBL, she straight from Brazil My little baby came plump 'Rari 458 fell in love with that Foreign my trunk in the front i'm gone I got finessed for fucking wiht you F*ck my heart I'll never hear it Supercharge, 6 speed Dust you I ain't even gotta switch gears Look at my skin tone Can't trust police and can't Even call my peers pain, blood Sweat and tears last time i ever felt fear Fear fear Last time I ever felt fear fear Pain, blood, sweat and tears