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wackest jumper - 4100icy lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee & onfully]
n*gga, we don’t beef in public
wait ’til ain’t n0body around, do ’em like caine cousin (do ’em like caine cousin)
i spilled a four inside the whip, i got the scat’ buzzin’
my n*gga coulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper (he got a wack jumper)
n*gga, still’ll whack something (still’ll whack something)
my n*gga shoulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper (swish)
a hundred shots plus another chop, that’s a block flooded
b*tch keep pullin’ on my pants, told her, “stop tu*
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: 4100icy]
aye i ain’t finna’ waste no time on this b*tch
i got a bad back, that’s why that stick on me (gang)
imma have a n*gga catchin’ bullets if he blitz on me (b*tch)
ion brag but i got a n*gga rent on me (haha)
make these n*ggas feel some type of way with all my rich homies (b*tch)
i stayed in my lane so n*ggas turn and hit the wrong road
n*ggas send a hit but we called it so he got called out (get it?)
a n*gga travel like crazy, ain’t let the ball bounce
told her do the sh*t the opps do, i got all mouth (eugh)
lemme see he tryna cross me, put them clamps on ‘im (b*tch)
do a n*gga like a football field, put them bands on ‘im (get it?)
i bet they feel me, i ain’t gotta put my hands on ’em (get it?)
n*ggas swear to god they teein’ up, until they man’s on ’em (haha)
b*tch, we ain’t got ties if you ain’t countin’ knots (get it?)
n*ggas turn into lebron, all they albums flop (get it?)
and they ain’t know about a n*gga, i ain’t out a lot
the scat pack got a attitude, yeah it pout a lot
she like “icy when you gon’ see me?”, ho i got show’s booked
n*ggas be so gangsta on the ‘gram, then get they phone took (haha p*ssy)
p*ssy, this a mac this ain’t a chromebook (b*tch)
everything i step in designer, but i started at the wrong foot (get it?)
you put all these b*tches in designer, i put skeet on ’em (eugh)
i see n*ggas marryin’ they cribs, they put rings on ’em (get it?)
we have a n*gga changin’ colors like it’s bleach on ‘im
i make these n*ggas activists, put that piece on ’em (b*tch)
you gon’ take a chain, boy you can’t be stupid
we send that hot sh*t through his window like an ac unit (yeah)
and all the chains got the rocks, i got jay*z droolin’ (gang)
f*ck the ho then toss a lil 1k, be oopin (one 1k)
we spin again, my best advice to you is play dead (play dead)
.223s make a n*gga bounce like a fake check (fake check)
and my n*ggas only want the head, but they don’t hate s*x (hate s*x)
bet that autocorrect them, like them n*ggas can’t text (b*tch)
and the shots we given out won’t get n*ggas intoxicated (get it?)
we be wrapping n*ggas up like we ain’t got no time remainin’ (get it?)
i know that i’m an artist if it’s up i’m slidin’ paintin’ (get it?)
i can tell if what you standin’ on solid, ’bout one conversation (that’s real)
30 get to poppin’ like a soda, leave his line flat (haha)
quick to leave a p*ssy n*gga toast like a wine glass (like a wine glass)
n*ggas always posted on they block until we ridin’ past (we ridin’ past)
i was somewhere wit’ a n*gga b*tch wit’ my lil high ass (wit’ my lil high ass)
[outro]
and can’t n0body else touch this beat (b*tch)
can’t no n*gga f*ck wit’ me
all for one, one for all n*gga
41 sh*t till the day i fall n*gga (b*tch)
(big 41 sh*t b*tch)

- 4100icy lyrics

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