Lyrics Jump Out - Ybdd

Jump Out the pit bitch, I'm not tryna move
Who tryna get me out my groove?
I'm tryna up it, bust my tool
Cause which pussy makin' moves?
I got the dubs, hes catchin L's
Bitch, we burnin' down your cell
I had gave him blocks to sell
I'm the hardest, no prevail
You a bitch, sit down please kneel
I'm not tryna hear the talking
Niggas gettin sent to coffins
I'm walkin' down, I walked him
Cause he played, keep talking
Caught that bitch ass nigga walking
I'm the hardest, I cant lie, bitch you can't say otherwise
I got big guns, they rey fry
Whoever keep talking is next to die
All my guys, trying to kill your guys
We caught that bitch ass nigga working fries
I can't lie, I do this, you can't talk, I'm ruthless
Left that bitch ass nigga, toothless
Ain't too much to say on that, ask him where his brain is at
I fried it Last night, gave him that
He walkin they cant talk on that I got big guns watch ya frat
We had big fun killin that
Bitch boy watch your Head
He talk himself to bed
I sent two to his head
I'm taking the odds with my squad over yours
Bitch thats, for sure
I'm taking the odds with my squad over yours
Bitch thats, for sure
I'm taking the odds with my squad over yours
Bitch thats, yeah, for sure
You can't back yourself up, you a hoe
Which boy you fucking know
You sad little fucking hoe
I'm not gonna bump up with you
We sendin shots straight to pistols
Cause you a bitch boy ha ha
I'm tryna find who talking next to die
I got brody's here, you know they ride
Bitch boy cook on fry popeye
I'm tryna pop him in his eyes
Cause who fucking with me and my guys
We tryn Kill him in his ride, we tryna kill him with his guys
That bitch boy not tryna fuck up his life
We had fucked it up, we had fucked it up
Anyway, do we give a fuck, do we give a fuck
Anyway, I don't give a fuck Do you give a fuck?
Do he give a fuck? Do she give a fuck?
Anyway