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Headhuncho Amir - Jumping Jack Lyrics

JUMPING JACK Lyrics[Intro]
(Blame it on Monstah)
Hey, who that in that car right there?
Oh, that's your people?
Hey, tell them move a lil' closer
Like, can't park in front of the neighbor's house, gotta respect that

[Chorus]
Trap roll, bitch, jump just like a jumping jack
Money fold, dope sold, can't get nothin' back
I got that hot shit for the streets, make 'em say, "Run it back"
I'm at the show with dog shit, this ain't no dummy stack

[Verse]
Really got it out the mud, you just don't understand
Gettin' a buzz in my city was part of the plan
I'm at the mall, they want a pic, I get love from fans
Niggas around'll ride the wave, shit, I don't understand
Laws steady passin' up, they know this bitch jump
Old school, bag in, get the load from unc'
Stayin' down, puttin' it up, got my pockеts on mumps
Watchin' camera, listen to beats, all I do is dump
Cool nigga, don't do too much, but thеy know I'm with it
Gotta peep the hot side, niggas be in competition
All the knowledge a nigga got, shit, I know how to listen
Weigh it, bag it, serve it, get it gone, I paid attention
In the streets, gotta play it safe, watch out for the cross
Niggas'll snake they main mans just to be the boss
Stay down 'til you come up, that shit I was taught
They respect money, that shit crazy, they know that boy a law
New Dallas up now, you can take my word
TRX, I hit the corner, make this bitch swerve
Big boy truck, you know I park it on the curb
No pancakes today, just a cup of syrup
Free my nigga Baby, damn, he caught another case
From Fraser all the way to Lego, they do what I say
I'm just puttin' on for the East, I'm really the face
When it come to a sack, the only thing I chase
Oh, he mad about lil' mama, all she did was choose
I ain't trippin' 'bout no chick, I'm really that dude
On the block with 5 'nem, my pocket full of blues
Nigga havin' a bad day so I'm rockin' Rhude

[Chorus]
Trap roll, bitch, jump just like a jumping jack
Money fold, dope sold, can't get nothin' back
I got that hot shit for the streets, make 'em say, "Run it back"
I'm at the show with dog shit, this ain't no dummy stack

[Outro]
Trap roll, bitch, jump just like a jumping jack
Money fold, dope sold, can't get nothin' back
I got that hot shit for the streets, make 'em say, "Run it back"
I'm at the show with dog shit, this ain't no dummy stack