JUMPMAN - Kota the Friend & Samm Henshaw

Uh Yeah Ayy, ayy SooWoo Kill a nigga, voodoo Nigga tryna fonk, I get paid more than you do (nerd) I'm top ten, cook a nigga, bowl of noodles Niggas' whole clique soft, one pit' and four poodles (Yeah) Better not push me, I'm to the edge (I'm to the edge) Niggas tryna bang, now he dead (Nerd) Free the home team, fuck feds (Yeah) You can find me somewhere in the post gettin' bread (Huh?) Uh, double G's, but it's Louis (Louis) I'll smoke a nigga real quick, he a doobie Ratchet lil' bitch want Salute Me or Shoot Me Stand under the hoop, I got vert', Lil Uzi (Bang) P Funk, nigga, this clique business (Clique business) Brodie, if you got a problem, then I'm in it On your corner with a rocket like Kelly Olynk (Huh?) Would call you back, but this bitch hit different (Yeah) Stupid, ayy, peep this too I'm with a lil' bitch tryna see my troops (Tryna see it) I really lick quick, you can see I shoot (Yeah, yeah) My brother pass the tool, we tryna crash the clue Ah, ayy, ayy, we gettin' through (Nigga) Shooters diss, if I lose, it's a fluke (Yeah) Jumpman, pull a skit, can't hoop (Yeah) SS, grab the G's, we the truth (Truth) SS1, 30G (Nigga) Touch who? Get thirty-three (Bah-bah) Fade who? Nigga, get cheese (Huh?) Dick ain't free 'til you bring it home to me (Ho) Thug life, ex-bitches downgraded (Yeah) They can see me gettin' through, still wouldn't even make a statement I'm the greatest, I'll bet forty thou' that I make it (Yeah) Left the bitch high maintenance after fuckin' with the player (Word) Great aim, niggas got on fake chains, can't hang You ain't never shot a stick, can't gang Fuck an HK, I been on point since a rookie (A rookie) If I ever see a what's-his-name, I'ma cook him (Bitch) Big B's, niggas got bitch T's Type of niggas throw fits, you gon' get the bitch free When it come to me, I let it off if I please Won't freeze, if the cops see me, I'm gettin' ski Stupid, ayy, peep this too I'm with a lil' bitch tryna see my troops (Tryna see it) I really lick quick, you can see I shoot (Yeah, yeah) My brother pass the tool, we tryna crash the clue Ah, ayy, ayy, we gettin' through (Nigga) Shooters diss, if I lose, it's a fluke (Yeah) Jumpman, pull a skit, can't hoop (Yeah) SS, grab the G's, we the truth (Truth)

100 round drum I'm blowin' Any car come on this block we on 'em Jumpman Jumpman drip like Jordan Opp just died you kno we enjoyin it If we don't get 'em today We will get 'em tomorrow I can go where I want With them sticks in the car Too deep in the game Yeah I know I'ma target If you need you a stick Then go check on the market I gotta a hitta in the circle I'm smoking on zaa and I'm sippin' that purple I keep me a shooter You bluffin' he nervous He don't respect this shit Get put outta service I gotta fat butt bitch I be fuckin' on purpose I got a brand new clip but the stick still dirty I'm with that hop out gang We know how to bury ya Nigga better watch dat car 'Cause them shots gone hurt Can't say what I'll do when I see him in person I need shit to get done if I tell you it's urgent Lil' bruh geeking to kill ya we say he a virgin I was the one on the drillz hittin' that .30 I was the one with the big Ass bag and the billz Go scope on there block make sure there (insert word) This shit that I'm drinking this shit ain't for children I ain't dropped my nuts since I was a lil' one 100 shots yeah I tote like an Arab Nigga kept bluffin get put on a (insert word) Back door play I'ma draw up a two man Alias car just me and my hitman Switch on the back of the gun So it shoot fast Opps keeping ducking Them shots they too fast I'm fucking his bitch so he Want me to do bad Niggas be bluffin I know He ain't gon do shit 100 round drum I'm blowin Any car come on this block we on 'em Jumpman Jumpman drip like Jordan Opp just died you kno we enjoyin it If we don't get 'em today We will get 'em tomorrow I can go where I want With them sticks in the car Too deep in the game Yeah I know I'ma target If you need you a stick Then go check on the market I gotta a hitta in the circle I'm smoking on zaa and I'm sippin' that purple I keep me a shooter You bluffin' he nervous He don't respect this shit Get put outta service I gotta fat butt bitch I be fuckin' on purpose I got a brand new clip but the stick still dirty I'm with that hop out gang We know how to bury ya Nigga better watch dat car 'Cause them shots gone hurt

Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s I be on a move fam, I was coming home with some bands, every show a yougin' leave withe new fans. I gotta hustle cause' I got too much to lose fam Old friends who got new plans, but now I know more than I knew them, I see them hating nigga, screw them, I ain't looking at them hoes, I'm looking through them Realest bitches do it, Mama said she always fucking knew it, Dream it then pursue it, Wake them niggas up like who this? Watch what you tell these hoes, bitches can't be trusted is what I tell my bros, Smarten up is what i tell my folks, never will i sell my soul, I'm too fly, bitch Keep it 100 I ain't worry 'bout no nigga Too busy getting money Throw them racks up Watch it all fall Jordan in the 90s Nigga I ball When I tell you ass jump jump Bitch you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front front When I tell you ass jump jump Bitch you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front frontCall the shots I'm a boss bitch, if you got a problem you can meet me in my office, You ain't talking no money, you ain't a topic, Couple months grinding, couple months in the tropics Bitch, I been bout the profit, all you broke niggas be the softest, The real ones never gossip, fuck if he say he down, I stay cautious. I feel no way for no bitch, no way I'm gon" quit, no way he gon' hit I lay your whole clique, then spray your whole clique, I slayed the whole brick nigga Best believe I kill for my bitches, even got a will for my bitches Your weak ass never chill with bitches, why the fuck you still in my businessWhen I tell you ass jump jump Bitch you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front front When I tell you ass jump jump Bitch you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front front Nigga I'm from H G C Feel like Phil when I wore them 3s Word around the hood yeah they all know me Word around town yeah I swerve the rarai Get your money LA king nigga raise the banner When a real nigga coming through you show some manners When a real nigga coming through you change your grammar When a real nigga coming through you raise your camera Roll with a 3 piece 'bout to do some damage Sharp shooter Reggie Miller nigga I can manage Yeah yeah nigga I can manage But would I throw my bitchJump jump nigga Punch ain't scared of no nigga Honey sweet sweet cocaine no liquor Rell here to murder every niggaWhen I tell you ass jump jump Bitch you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front front When I tell you ass jump jump Bitch you better you jump jump When I catch you, don't front front Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s Jordan in the 90s Jor-jordan in the 90s Jor-jor-jor-jor-jordan in the 90s Jor-jor-jor-jor-jordan in the 90s

New day, new crib, new kicks too You brag, okay, we lit too New way, new mind, new wave Oh wine glass up for the drama that we live through, ayy Get it Kota, yuh, hit the whoa, uh, yuh I be off beat, ayy, they like so what? I could spend a whole week on my sofa Shoutout to the chip on my shoulder I don't dance, I just kick it on the side, yeah Fuck a new year, every year is my year New York, where I'm from, I'ma die here Don't like me, ah man, see if I care, ayy Old soul don't fold, roll solo Old head, I might pull up in the Volvo Go hard, I ain't tryna live so-so Do my thing, uh, I am free, uh With the Steez, uh, get my piece, uh Get my bread right, get my head right No regrets, never stress, where the end like Put my chair where the grass is cut, yeah That's my queen and she bad as fuck, yeah Bad vibes just so yesterday, yeah Hope you niggas get up out the bed today, ayy New year, same me, no bullshit, yeah Real life got hard for the cool kids, ay All real, no fake, no new news No subways, no choo choos, nah nah Sad boy, sit up in the crib for the whole day My girl ain't up in the mix, she a no name Winter time, playing Cold Train on a snow day Stayin' warm with an old flame so it's okay, yeah Good day, good son, good head too Good champagne, sip it in the bedroom Bike ride by the river, gotta get loose Big smile on my face, I'm a blessed fool I was gone, but I'm home now, yeah I was young but I'm grown now, yeah This is what a nigga chose With the cons and the pros, gotta let it all go Do my thing, uh, I am free, uh With the Steez, uh, get my piece, uh Get my bread right, get my head right No regrets, never stress, where the end like Put my chair where the grass is cut, yeah That's my queen and she bad as fuck, yeah Bad vibes just so yesterday, yeah Hope you niggas get up out the bed today, ayy Put my chair where the grass is cut, yeah That's my queen and she bad as fuck, yeah Bad vibes just so yesterday, yeah Hope you niggas get up out the bed today, ayy

One for the money Two for the show Three now go get ready (Statik Selektah) Now, go cat, go, yeah The sun is back again They thought I wouldn't return, nigga imagine it A lot of growth happening people say I'm the catalyst Shit work out when you walked in and get compassionate Shine like it's nobody's business You should be grateful to witness My aura hurting they vision Nothing was given, I completed my mission This the celebration we found refuge in better places Colorado isn't fucking with my elevation On the stage, it probably look like I'm levitating My house is always full of love, so it's never vacant I saw a lot of people praying on my decimation Y'all niggas gotta do something better than defamation I'm shining bigger and better than ever Global warming coming for you niggas, I'm bringing the weather I stand on every single word that I said on the record I got the jam stored, I said I do better with pressure, bitch One for the money Two for the show Three, now go get ready Now, go cat, go, yeah Solitude My current view is tropical It's crazy when they try to end you Nothings stopping you Talking mad shit from the bottom, nigga, it's comical Keep it coming and listen up for what I'ma do This shit is destiny, homie, it's what's inside of you I'm really sorry your mediocrity bothers you But I'm gon' show you what it means to be phenomenal I'm beaming on you niggas, like what the fuck is an obstacle? Everywhere at once, like what the fuck is impossible? Randy Moss game film got me feeling unstoppable Steph Curry shot from the logo, this shit unblockable Watch it laying that's honestly what y'all can do Are you listening? Bitch, you started the ruckus, I had to finish it I learned to laugh and shake my head at the ignorance Fuck being loved by strangers, I want the Benjamins Put me through the thick and thin, yeah One for the money Two for the show Three, now go get ready Now, go cat, go Yeah, yeah It's high noon ain't nothing fucking with my mood I'm on fire, my nigga, I cannot lose I'm tired too, a lot of you know it's not news Had to get the chains off, just so I can drop jewels Had to shrug the pain off, thug it out, and got through Lot of y'all niggas would've quit, but I'm not you Seen a lot of motherfuckers flip, when the chips down Coming back around when they notice that you rich now Niggas shameless The lack of dignity really my entertainment Niggas lack authenticity, bitches basic Redpill dude, they finna be in this matrix Lot of y'all niggas is giving off imitation Internet people just stuck in the simulation I just stay observing and focus on my creations Put together verses with love Struggling patients, get in my good graces, yeah (One-)

They just chat, I live it (yeah) Boy, don't cap, y'all feel it (yeah) My whip got no ceiling (yeah) Bitch, I ball like killing (yeah) I can't stress no bitch (yeah) Life too short though, innit? (Yeah) Watch how quick they flip (yeah) Do me, fuck yo' feelings Phillipines with my wife, that's where I'm at Limousine for the night, that's where I'm at In a dream, but real life, that's where I'm at Wrapped up in the moment, I'll call you back Cabin out in Arizona Bungalow in California Baby, we do what we wanna Summerhouse in Barcelona Cartier new edition Gourmet chef in my kitchen Flights that don't cost a distance Thought you was in on my business You blink twice, oops you missed it, uh! Only live life where the light hits best Only find rest where we find success High tea folks with accents If this is life then say less We were living high in paradise Champagne skies, anything you like Le commode, the French château Where we'll go Only heaven knows Cabin out in Arizona Bungalow in California Baby, we do what we wanna Summerhouse in Barcelona 2K23 is so different Vision just as clear as my mission Grateful for the way that I'm living I'm the only cook in my kitchen Living out my bucket list Had some fun on the road to riches Fell head first, but I'm up again Every step got good intentions Gimme that daylight, yuh (ayy) Gimme that moonlight, yuh (ayy) Gimme that breeze, gimme them trees Gimme some room right here (yeah) Gimme that view Beach and a pool Gimme that too I don't want lies Gimme that truth I just want vibes She just wanna move (yeah) Cabin out in Arizona Bungalow in California Baby, we do what we wanna Summerhouse in Barcelona Tell 'em, "See ya" Yeah, yeah Argentina Yeah, yeah Hit Ibiza Yeah, yeah Nice to meet ya Yeah, yeah Mount Fuji Yeah, yeah It's a movie Yeah, yeah In the mountains (yeah) Ain't no shouting (yeah) Coolin' out in (yeah) My Jacuzzi, yeah

I'm on a balcony readin' a novel I take the best advice from both the Quran and the Bible My wife bad, more beautiful than your favorite model Don't believe in idols, I think you find the answers inside you I used to think the biggest thing in life was getting money Rumble in my tummy, I guess that's how it seem when you hungry And when it's no AC in summer or heat in the winter Thinkin' 'bout that walk to the shower, I wasn't tryna get up You take for granted certain shit Like never worryin' if she fuck with you 'cause you rich Or friends feelin' like they deservin' of what you get And tryna bring you down, that dollar make people flip, like Quarters, I be caught up and stressin' over this chip, like Drownin' in depression, the women, liquor, it's lit, right? BnB's way up in the hills out in Malibu Pomegranates growin' in the bushes, feeling gratitude Shawty tryna fuck with me, but I just keep it casual Breakin' all the rules, let her stay until the afternoon It get lonely, I be knowin' she phony Thinkin' back to all of the women that really chose me And all the times that I was the villain, and she consoled me And told me I was gonna be great, boy, am I late I peep the calendar, like, "How often can I escape?" I take a breath, acceptin' what's seemin' to be my fate And then I travel back to the Converses and dungarees When we ain't had the water or sunlight to care for money trees When everything you wanted, you get it, then all you want is peace And that comes with a whole different struggle, homie, ain't nothin' free

Plant my seed and live my dream and stay low-key like Drama free, they come for me, I pay that fee like What you get is what you see, no cap on me like Hate on me, I throw that peace sign, how you feel, I do not rely Downtown kid I'm a New York nigga with a chip like that Gotta move on, let go 'cause you really can't live like that Had to cool off, stayed home, so I really don't trip like that Weird that's true 'cause it fits like that B-side cruise in the whip like oh (woo) I don't want nothin' today, I have got nothin' to say Don't ask for nothin' today, me and my cup on a bay I don't want supper today, don't hear me talkin' that shit You tell that man in his face, I am not havin' a fit I am just settin' a pace, you only gettin' a taste, yeah (yeah) Spring comin' and I love to see it, it's a better day Hot summer, get the bread and butter, then I get away Leaves fallin' on the lawn, they're ain't nothin' wrong Fall turn to winter, winners take it all, wakin' up at dawn Just so we can ball, yeah You show me love (show me love) I show it back (show it back) You be upfront (be real) I got your back (I got your back) I play this song (play this song) You like, "Oh this slap" (oh, this slaps) Pull up at the crib We sippin' palm tree liquor in the back And I say Yo mi casa es su casa Lil' mama (yeah) love me proper Yo mi casa es su casa No impostors, may you prosper Tryna go fishin' 'cause that's somethin' I always wanted to do Sit by the river with all of my sisters and fuck with the view Crazy how somethin' so special to me, don't mean nothin' to you I came from nothin' to here, I don't got nothin' to prove I do not fuck with the rules, yeah I am happy I'm gettin' it And I ain't never had to change up, I do not listen to rhetoric Y'all know that I'm the same one, I swear the sun is my medicine I feel like Arnold not Benedict, I got some homies in mansions And I got some homies in tenements, there is no one that I'm better than Happy we met again, tell me that shit that I said again Hopefully I ain't forget it, it's probably the gem that I'm missin' To get ahead Forget then, I'ma just stay on this road, truckin' through loads Over the hoes, passin' my foes, niggas is slow, I See me loadin' my little boat, take it out when I'm a little low Told my mom I'm a fisherman and she laughed like "Go on with your little jokes", new crib shit is dumb cool I got free time, I got rum too, I got weedmaps, I got good vibes If you need some company then come through, yeah You show me love (show me love) I show it back (show it back) You be upfront (be real) I got your back (I got your back) I play this song (play this song) You like oh this slap (oh, this slaps) Pull up at the crib We sippin' palm tree liquor in the back And I say Yo mi casa, es su casa Lil' mama (yeah) love me proper Yo mi casa, es su casa No impostors, may you prosper "Hey man, who that nigga up on that horse?"