Jump Out Gang Lyrics

Jump out gang
Jump out bang
We got ‘nuff firearms
But I still do up bare hangs
We got spinner's and dotty's
We got 40's and MAC's
We got ‘nuff live corn
It gon' blow inches out your back
Jump out gang
Jump out bang
We got ‘nuff firearms
But I still do up bare hangs
We got spinner's and dotty's
We got 40's and MAC's
We got ‘nuff live corn
It gon' blow inches out your back

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
See the four door pausing
Skengs out, everyone runnin'
But the corn just slapped and floored them
50 shots in that mop
That's a round of applauding
My nigga done so much drills
Like he's outside n broke warning
Still pullin' up no warning
I'm still not rollin' so I went and done
Ten toes with a map that's walking
Hoes in my snapchat stalking
Smoking dope on periscope
And the fans like "Dimzy ain't talking"
Free T rang me up in the morning
Still smoke amnes' in the morning
Bro got the phonelines twerking
#WORKING
Two fat packs like man's got Biggie & Sherman (fat packs)
My lane goes mad
They love my wordin'

War is war
I'll hit him up with the witness there
I don't care what he saw
And I still kick doors
Like prick ; put your face on the floor
I'm with M he scored , I scored
It's got more
I need a 4's times 4
We got amm , We got dras
Bruk it down
Hit the strip
We get paid
Fuck the law (Alla Dat, Alla Dat)
& we switched dis up like this new 4 4
We're sporting (NEW 40)
I'm cuttin' off ties this year
No more lose poorin
We hang all the opps
Put it on God
We're warssing
Still stepping with joints on joints
Still pull up no warning (4's on 4's)
I play dat AM position
Not for assistant or scoring
Thank God first thing everyday
When I wake in the morning
Finish straight then we're talking

Jump out gang
Jump out bang
We got ‘nuff firearms
But i still do up bare hangs
We got spinner's and dotty's (Still do it)
We got 40's and MAC's
We got ‘nuff live corn
It gon' blow inches out your back x2

SMOKE (Woosh)
No joke ,Serve up
Cake coke
Trap til' I die , Can't be broke
Get that dough bro whip that blow
Fuck [?] they locked my bro
Gun smoke if you fuck with bro
Don't hype when i lurk on road
Do a drill then go mix some dough
Let's Lurk , Let's Lurk
4 Door with the gang
Trynna hit him on the shirt (Shirt , Shirt)
Man don't really talk
You can end 6 feet like dirt (Dirt,Dirt)
Money afi mek
Prop the ting push work (Whip it,Whip it)
Just linked Skrr,Skrr
Bill up a zoot , Do road then skrrt
Bare man talk like bitches (Bitches)
Sit derr n skrrt
Forget all the talk
Man drillers ForReal
Man Lurk , Lurk

Life is a set-up
I'm beefing snitches
Dem man dasheen
Come like women
They say ‘no lacking'
But they're hardly wiv it (Gemz)
Back road or main road
Same way man drill him
Jump out gang
Jump out bang (Bang)
Spin don't jam
And the kick back's mad (Bang)
Leave hollows in your back
Leave you laid down flat
As soon as man gets whacked
ManAhMan DASH (Dasheen)

Jump out gang
Jump out bang
We got ‘nuff firearms
But i still do up bare hangs (Still do it)
We got spinner's and dotty's
We got 40's and MAC's
We got ‘nuff live corn
It gon' blow inches out your back x2