Jumped Off the Streets

[Intro]
(Ayy, Mj, what you in here doin', bruh?)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, bruh, mhm

[Verse 1]
By the top the way lil' bruh 'nem spin through blocks and they come through spinnin'
We done ran all through thots, I fuck on an Instagram model thot while I'm fuckin' her friend
Uh, uh, ran through money (Uh, uh), ran through thots
Fuck a rap nigga bitch on house arrest, I'm hittin' the ho in my Balenci' flops (Like uh, uh)

[Chorus]
Jumped off the streets, in Timbos when we stomp
Way we hop out with these chops, you would think we [tryin'?] your daddy's son, uh
Nigga mad for nothin', nigga independent like I'm mad or somethin', I ain't broke
Still got cash for fun, might sign a deal, man, whenever the dot go low
Can't go broke, still got money hid under the floor
Still kick doors whеn I [?] my nigga, on a mission with Jugg, I'm really the G.O.A.T​. (I did it [for code?])
Wе spinnin' for bro, give a fuck if your killers outside on my show (Uh, uh)
Got too much money to go back and forth, got the gang wanna shot on the clock, you blowed it, nigga

[Verse 2]
How the nigga sign deals and I still ain't noticed?
Every day they printin', we gettin' them through it
No bap, I was rich way 'fore '23
They ain't belive me like Mike, now I'm ballin' like Jordan (Uh)
If the ho spent a night, she a freak, I support her
Only hit her one night, then I beat it, abort it
Nothin' but snakes in the beehive, thuggin' with guys that be slime
And I'm thinkin' 'bout slime hearin' voices, wait (Uh, uh, let's go)
Shot a nigga too close, blood done spilled up on my Cartier
And we still got shit, scoliosis
Uh, get sleep, I go and get paid
What I made off the rap out a feature from Drake?
Once I figured this back out, shit went straight
Started out in the crack house, young nigga didn't even back out, ten years later on pay (Ayy, ayy)
I got rich off the rap and the rob
(He work shells, so he got him a job)
Still puttin' racks way over the bitch, you know I'm a gangster, for life been mob
Ayy, robbin', trappin', slidin', did jugg season in an overtime
I was a young nigga bumpin' Young Scooter, now Scooter fuck with music that's mine, uh (Uh, uh)

[Chorus]
Jumped off the streets, in Timbos when we stomp
Way we hop out with these chops, you would think we [tryin'?] your daddy's son, uh
Nigga mad for nothin', nigga independent like I'm mad or somethin', I ain't broke
Still got cash for fun, might sign a deal, man, whenever the dot go low
Can't go broke, still got money hid under the floor
Still kick doors when I [?] my nigga, on a mission with Jugg, I'm really the G.O.A.T​. (I did it [for code?])
We spinnin' for bro, give a fuck if your killers outside on my show (Uh, uh)
Got too much money to go back and forth, got the gang wanna shot on the clock, you blowed it, nigga