JUMP OUT THE! (feat. Naturally Trash & Eighty-Eight)

I light the place up with molotovs
We celebrating like Mardi Gras
She changing into her party bra
Bitch you know we don't do protocol
Slicing into it like tomahawk
She suckin on me like lollipop
She isn't funny, I laugh it off
I leave her be, I don't party with bitches that cannot be funny
You needing some sense of a humor or it ain't a party
And she sip Bacardi, I know she'll get rowdy
Always pull up, I'm never tardy
Bitch I am so appalled
I'm a no good, braindead know-it-all
Don't matter if you think I'm going hard
That just mean a motherfucker going soft

Rolex, daytona, the date's on it
My bank got eighty eight eights on it
Bitches want to fuck, make sure they a model
Get money, fuck bitches that's the fucking motto
I'm getting figures, pockets bigger
Who that nigga? i'm that nigga
This'll kill a nation
Not on, but in my hood i'm a sensation
End, trash, eight, goat one track
Fucking run that back, fuck with that
Fuck with us, top 5 no discuss
Profit plus, dont make a fuss
It's end nigga, don't forget the star
On par with the greats
50 bitches in my room, i got one from every state
Starting to fuck with me? you're late
Damn straight, y'all rappers the same like mary kate
Eating too much bread gotta watch my weight

I worked too hard for this damn Patek
I ain't ever gon get ran again
I ain't ever sipping codeine again
I ain't losing myself again
Yuh
Sprite cans, they hissing
Cough syrup, the swishing
White kids, gone missing
Fuck
My old bitch be wanting me back now
Saying she always be listen to bag now
You in the backseat, this is my tab now
You tryna Attack me, like I'm gon care wow
People gon think they slick
Why you keep talking get off of my dick
Send this hello from myself to your bitch
Then have her tell you the taste of my tip