NLE Choppa – Jumpin Lyrics

Thumbin’ through, blue hundreds, yeahLotta, money (Kio)I say, ayy, ayy

Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin’I’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin’ (th-th-th-thumbin’)Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpyHe a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)Add to the convo if it’s about moneyI’m th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin’ (th-th-th-thumbin’)Used to be bummy, turned nothin’ to somethin’Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin’ (ju-ju-ju-jumpin’)

Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter vanNever play middleman, we gotta get a man (we gotta get a man)If I don’t feel a man, we gotta kill a manSpin like a ceilin’ fan, not for the dividendsReapin’ the benefits like he an immigrantLot of artillery, special deliveryShow my agility and my abilityGo on a killing spree like we the military (let’s go, let’s go)Play with my cash and I’m on your assLike the pockets on the back of your pants (back of your pants)Lay on my stash like it was a mattressPillowcase filled up with my bands (up with my bands)Couple grand in the attic, ‘nother grand like magic, that’s mathematicsGettin’ paid is a habit, ballin’ like I was a Maverick or John Madden

I’m thumbin’ through bands and racksDeep in that water, bitch, it ain’t no friends in thatFirst nigga playin’ get whackedScope on a new Glock, I got a lens attachedLike my shooter got aim assistHe bound to hit anything that he blammin’ atCatch him and bang him quickEmpty the clip, twelve hollows gon’ lay in his back, uhUh, money counters beepin’Blue strip dreams while I’m sleepin’.40 with a beam if they creepin’Too Turnt Gang what I’m bleedin’Snatch who chain? Bitch, I’m squeezin’Bullets patch his brain, he ain’t breathin’Was posted in the rain with some heathensLook how far I came, they can’t believe it

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