Trap Jumping (feat. YBeezy, GSnook & J7)

I gotta push that shit through It's pro game It's G Gang, I got caught up with the blicky had to sit it Down He big bold on the net, he tellin' Now Sorry mama, hang with killers, couple felons round Put this trust up in the Glock, hope it don't let me down I can't go back being broke, that's what they use to You gotta watch that back door, cause they gon' snake ooo F*ck bitches, get money, they gon' hate too This off the muscle, more hustle, put the tape through She gon' f*ck, she gon' suck, that's what this pape do And he and ye, he hit the dorm, and yeah, he turned it down And if your shoes don't cost a thousand, why you on the couches No, it Cost, shit like this came from flocking' houses Me and Baby Stone, was really splitting' ounces Glock coast, everywhere I go, can't get pop, smoke locked On I'm gettin' to this money, I don't play no games And if my niggas catch a case, don't say no names I like the way she bend it over and poke that ass out I'm tryna poke from the back, now put that cash out All my young niggas troopin', they on a cash route And if he trippin' on gang, he gettin' splashed out Ayy, nigga And if he trippin' on gang, he gettin' splashed out And if he trippin' on gang, he gettin' splashed out They killed Big Bro, I'm packin' this pole Nigga disrespect me, this choppa gon' blow Yeah, we pull up on this block, two threes with a scope Nigga disrespect me, we gettin' them gone Big Chops headshot, knockin' shit off Pull up on this block, tip toe, don't let the stick off Bounce out and shake shit like I'm Chris Paul Yo, nigga, he a bitch, he up the stick, ain't let shit off Pro gang, boutabag, nigga, this shit cost He ain't slide, niggas hide, niggas gettin' picked off Them 762, 556 goin' through brick walls These Christian lube, these Gucci's, nigga, what your rent cost S- Team and pro gang, we let them stick talk Them niggas keep speakin' on gang, they get picked off Shots fired at all opps, we let that switch talk It's automatic, glizzy gang, nigga, don't get your shit spark Ching talk, yeah, that's how I get guap We pull the skits, niggas tryna run, they gettin' crisscrossed All he seen was a beam, he try to get lost Call this Glock, Jimmy Neutron, the way it blast off S-Team and pro gang, we let them stick's talk niggas keep speakin' on gang, they getting picked off Shots fired at all opps, we let that switch talk It's automatic, glizzy gang, nigga, don't get your shit sparked At the same time, though, bitch Steve Y'all know the motherfuckin' campaign, nigga Big motion around this bitch, though Ask yo hoe, she know Yap