Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song JUMP, artist - DaBaby. Album song BLAME IT ON BABY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records;, South Coast
Song language: English
JUMP |
I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s |
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy |
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby |
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) |
And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) |
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) |
Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin' (Let's go) |
Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin' |
She say I look good, bitch, I been doin' pushups |
Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck |
My lil' daughter two, but got six figures put up |
Knock his head off his neck 'fore he look up |
Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch, I stood up (What that mean?) |
I stood up on they neck for a check (Uh-huh) |
Now my head get 'em stressed, I’m a vet |
I get 300K for a show, bitch, I’m blessed |
Go to trippin' and buckin', them hoes get down |
I spray it, I don’t go no handles (Bah, baow) |
We be pullin' up back to back, play, we gon' handle that |
I’ma walk in with Three and Montana |
Go to buckin', won’t wait for to touch him |
He start it, you know he gon' get his shit canceled (Cancel his ass) |
Put that stick to your face, screamin' out 4KTrey |
From the north of Baton Rouge to Atlanta |
Talk out his top, put them bands on him, bitch (The fuck?) |
I be runnin' my city, the police don’t like it |
They know we be steppin' on shit (Steppin' on shit) |
Put that blick on your brother, you feelin' some way |
Make him hot, tell him dig up the bitch (Dig up the bitch) |
Shoot two hundred, bet one, how you livin', lil' nigga? |
You know I be havin' this shit (Stupid lil' nigga) |
Paranoid every day, I be feelin' some way |
When you bring up the static and shit |
Switch the channel, we fixin' that static (Let's switch) |
Give a nigga a clip, he can have it |
Get to hittin' so quick, they think it’s automatic (Boom, boom, let’s go) |
Nigga gon' try to hide in the house |
Get his ass to come out, hit his bitch ass in traffic (Like boom) |
Made a song in ten minutes, went platinum |
Know we still with the shits, send a hit, we get active (Yeah) |
Mention YB and Baby, the game in the padlock (Yeah) |
My lil' bitch got that ass with no waist, pretty face |
A six-pack, niggas think she got ass shots |
I hit her from the back 'til we pass out (Uh-huh) |
I Kurt Angle that ho, put her leg in the air, ankle lock |
Hold that bitch 'til she tap out (Bitch) |
Be one deep on your street with that strap out (One deep) |
Fuck a rapper, let’s see what that rack 'bout |
Got a brand new pistol, nigga |
I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s |
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy |
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby |
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) |
And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) |
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) |
Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin' (Let's go) |
Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin' |
Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two |
When it come to murder, you know how we do |
When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands to yourself |
It go down, shoot it up, spin again in a coupe (Bang, bang) |
When you come to my house, you see everything new |
You probably’ll find a strap in every room |
I went bought me a Rollie on top of this Patek |
But, bitch, it ain’t on, I’ma jump out with two |
Shorty say she on me, yeah |
We be on her ass soon as I walk in the room |
Nigga don’t know me, yeah, we be on his ass |
Stalk him all through the day to the moon |
Street nigga, I don’t never pick and choose |
I be totin' on somethin' make all them bitch niggas move (Pussy) |
Soon as we run down, we gon' dirt him |
You know it ain’t certain, we never be leavin' no clues, nigga |
Hold on, I’m Lil Top, nigga, believe that |
I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s |
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy |
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby |
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) |
And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) |
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) |
Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin' (Let's go) |
Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin' |
I make it jump like I’m Giannis (Just honest) |
Tryna see how it feel from behind her (Let's go) |
Know that lil' bitch ain’t shit, don’t deserve to suck dick |
Make that bitch give me head with a condom (Uh-huh) |
Wanna gamble and crap out, let’s get it |
We put racks on his motherfuckin' cap like a fitted (No cap) |
Baby pull up 2020, hop out like it’s nothin' |
That lil' nigga stuntin', he shittin' (Vroom) |
I get high by myself in the skybox (Yeah) |
I came out the house, two F&N's for the day (Two) |
Why you bring 'em both out? |
Nigga, why not? |
(Why?) |
Let 'em go like a pro, let 'em try now (Let's try) |
I can’t go like a ho, I’ma bond out (Bitch) |
Send my bro, up the score, let 'em find out (Up) |
Pick my boo up from school and we sign out (Mwah) |
Any ho that get rude gettin' timeout, talk to 'em, nigga |
I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s |
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain’t crazy |
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby |
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) |
And I’ll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) |
Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) |
Big Glock on my hip, I’m clutchin' (Let's go) |
Get lost on a bitch, ain’t nothin', bitch |
Blame it on Baby, nigga, yeah |
Blame it on motherfuckin' Baby, nigga, blame it on Baby, nigga |
Blame it on Baby |
Yeah, let’s go |