[Intro]
DJ Swish
It's WillThaRapper n***a
Jumpman, jumpman
Aye, aye, look
[Verse 1]
Jumpman, jumpman, hoe
Prep out your mask or get jumped
Keep purpin' up at your a** will get slumped
And I start every day with a blunt counting cash with a blunt in my hand
Or with a gun in my hand that Will you skunk like a man
Your shooter a b**h and I know you just a snitch
You get slumped on that stand for pointing your hand
That's when I'm closing your mouth
I keep the door to your house and then find your spouse
Put that four all in her mouth
And watch her throw slow out her skull
sh** will get real, yeah boy your b**h will get k**ed
I smoke out this side to steel
Tell that b**h to chill
She won't get sh** outta Will
Not even the tip out the bill
Man, she got to chill
[Verse 2]
I put that gay out in Philly
Broad she practice like semis, I'm not talking finals
I blow the semis like smoke like a chimney and smoke like a hippie
n***as don't get me maybe cause pussies can't feel me
Your guy knew that n***as can't hit me or he would steel me
Tell him just pull up and k** me I bet he k**ed out the city
Shout out to city
Shout out to any young n***a who really be bout what they rapping
I know some n***as who k**ers
And n***as who know they ain't about sh** they be chatting
I know some n***as that be about action
Most of these n***as need to be acting
If you a nerve out the purp, why you trapping
Won't have to hustle a n***a, just ask him
I won't be serving no hands or grabbing no mask
If my lil' a** live in a mansion
I would be f**ing these b**hes or coughing or something
I know some n***as that really bout action
Or taking vacations to Hampton
I will be throwing some parties, popping some Molly's
And doing these d**, then I dance
Then I'm in the trenches walking around on my leg
Ducking and dodging the Feds
n***as be scared, I put a n***a on sale
Put a half grand on his head
If I got bread, I do him like Debo and Craig
I put a brick on his head
Whoa, whoa, aye
[Hook]
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
I might need a stuntman aye, aye
Purp or you'll get jumped man
I don't need no gunman aye, aye
Rappers think they f**ing with me
Must be lunching aye, aye
I can't do no shows if I can't get my gun in aye
[Verse 2]
Talking bout the whole clip
These rappers buzzing some cold sh**
They tweet a lot to look Twitter tough
Not a little s*ut, but a whole b**h
My whole mixtape crank boy
No midget sh**, this dank boy
I smoke with those in my tank boy
This 93, what you think boy
My bankroll on OB
She give good brain, that's no teeth
This b**hes lose, ain't no leash
This loud make a ngga nose bleed
Oh wait, boy I be balling like Jordan
Told her don't call I'm recording
That b**h annoying
Texting and calling my phone
And she know in her a** got a boyfriend
Boy I don't want her
I f**ed her once and I'm through
She not my bae or my boo
She still f** with you
I think she f**ed my whole crew
But whatever that sh** on you
Do what you do
Aye, jumpman, jumpman
It's WillThaRapper n***a