JumpOutTheHouse ( (Remix))

Ha, woah woah, woah

You mad your bitch wanna text me
Well, come on and test me
Just know Autumar got a stick on him (Woah)
I'm startin' to think I'm a
Real fuckin' freak 'cause the Glock
Got a dick, And the AR got tit's on it
(Ha)
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could
Meet" and my brother with me
So you best have a friend for him (Ha)
You quick to say that's your brother
But is you gon' die for that nigga
Or go to the pen' for him? (Woah)
Me and my brothers ain't
Lettin' shit slide
If you slide on my nigga
Then we gotta spin for 'em (Ha, ha)
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon
Tony Montana the way I could go
Put a hit on 'em

I don't know if Richie fuck with me for
Real, but when I heard this shit
I knew I had to get on it (Hey, hey)
Bitch from LA just flew in for the day
She like, "Bae, what's the
Move?" Told her, "Shut up and sit on it"
(Ha) thinkin', "Should I keep the 'Vette
Or should I get the
Porsche?" Ain't no tellin' what I'm
Finna spend on it (Ha, woah)
I just might keep savin' up
For the brand new
McLaren and cop me a crib out in LA (Woah)
I'm rockin' Gucci, the Louis, my
Bitch rockin' Fendi, Chanelly, Margiela
Margiela (Woah, woah)
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela
Margiela, Margiela
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela
(Woah, ha)

You mad your bitch wanna text me
Well come on and test me
Just know Autumar got a stick on him (Ha)
I'm startin' to think I'm a real fuckin'
Freak 'cause the Glock got a dick
And the AR got tit's on it (Aha)
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could
Meet" and my brother with me
So you best have a friend for him
(Woah, woah)
You quick to say that's your brother
But is you gon' die for that nigga
Or go to the pen' for him? (Woah, woah)
Me and my brothers ain't
Lettin' shit slide
If you slide on my nigga
Then we gotta spin for 'em (Woah, woah)
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon
Tony Montana the way I could go
Put a hit on 'em (Woah)

If I call up my shooters we
All finna hop in that 'cedes
And we finna shoot through the top
They tell me, "Invest in myself"
And I already did
So I'm finna invest in this Glock
Might load up a band worth of
Ammunition 'cause I'm going to war
I don't care who get shot
How you calling me weird but you
Dated the whole underground? Man
I should've knew you was a thot (Haha)
Man, you got me laughing and smiling
This whole situation should not be
The reason we flop
To be honest, if that's how you want it
Then it can be that, on my mama
I'm all on your top
I know that you mad after hearing this song
But I know you won't touch me
So you better stop
I'ma keep it a band, to be
Honest, you look like you twelve
So I know that your daddy a

(Grra) i seriously ain't wanna violate
I can't see these niggas in person
I kill 'em with words
So who really is ready to die today?
(Die today) i can name a few niggas
That wanted to test me
I ended 'em so they all know where to go
(Hey, ayy ayy) yeah, since we on the top
I guess we can stop with a
Nigga that tried stealin' my flow
(Woah, woah woah) wait, wait, wait
First things first, lemme call up Luisss
Who is the nigga that copied
Both of our trends
And when we pressed him he
Tried to act clueless?
Lame ass nigga tried to copy everything I do
Tried to text every girl I'm cool with
(Oh, woah)
Nigga came out as a they and a them
You was gay all along, lil' nigga
I knew it (Woah)
Huh, she on my meat, no bologna
Can't fuck with niggas
That's really bologna (Woah, woah)
But I remember this one nigga that
Was upset 'bout a bitch
And his name sounded like Rigatoni
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ended up not really caring
That nigga was stressing
That nigga was really just lonely
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) but in the end, I fall down
I'm a threat to these niggas 'cause he had
To go hit up four of his homies (Oh, oh, oh)

Jump out the house, woah
Jump out the house, yeah
Jump out the house, woah
Jump out the house, woah
Jump out the house, woah

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