L.A BEATZ - Jump Out Gang lyrics

[Hook: Liquez] 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 [Verse 1: DIMZY ] 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 n***a 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 t**ng #WORKING Two fat packs like man's got Biggie & Sherman (fat packs) My lane goes mad They love my wordin' [Verse 2 : LD] 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 f** 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 a**istant or scoring Thank God first thing everyday When I wake in the morning Finish straight then we're talking [Hook: LIQUEZ ] 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 [Verse 3: MONKEY ] SMOKE (Woosh) No joke ,Serve up Cake coke Trap til' I die , Can't be broke Get that dough bro whip that blow f** [?] they locked my bro Gun smoke if you f** 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 b**hes (b**hes) Sit derr n skrrt Forget all the talk Man drillers ForReal Man Lurk , Lurk [Verse 4: ASAP] 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) [Hook: LIQUEZ ] 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