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Ken Carson - Trap Jump Lyrics

Trap Jump Lyrics[Intro]
(8-808)

[Chorus]
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja
Recover when we done, she spend the whole day at the spa
He ain’t die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it’s my fault
I fuck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia
Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life's a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike
I give 'em three strikes, Adidas

[Verse]
I turned a zip to a quarter, a quarter to half, yeah, to a whole pound
You wanna get down with the gang but if you ain't got a billion then you can’t get down
I’ve just been crackin' these seals and droppin’ these ceilings, they makin' these sounds
Ain't callin' no shooter, you try and I shoot up the buildin’, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds
Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds, huh, huh
Huh, huh, the SRT came with a wide-body kit
Thick shit, that's a wide-body bitch
Slick Rick, I'm in pirate mode
I'm the one who put designs on that ho
Ed Hardy, I designed it, I'm the designer
Put that lil' ho in designer, like Lonely, ain't havin' no stylist, you know I'm the finder
Who you love? I need a reminder
Do I love you? Kind of
I ain't fallin' in love with these hoes
Is we fuckin' or what? Let me know
I ain't callin' you over here for nothin'
I got G6 and a blunt, we can take off and get high at the same time
That's your dog? I'm shootin' the K9
Yeah, y'all want fire? Go do somethin'
I'm in the field with cleats and shoulder pads, I know these niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Know she a freak, she tatted the side of her ass, I'ma slide in it like a QB
I ain't cuttin' no ties, this shit forever, that mean you mean somethin' to me
I'm so fresh, I got on calf leather, cuh, ignore your pants
Gloves on, sticky with me, yeah, yeah, where the fuck them bands?
Where the fuck yo' chains at? (Pussy nigga)
Where the fuck the niggas I started out with at?
Where the fuck them broke ass bitches who was talkin' shit? They in the back
Incognito, I'm ridin' in the black truck, Cadillac
And it's bulletproof, heavy shit, she think she Heaven sent
But she sent from Hell, if you wanna go, I'll take you there
I'm aimin' at your head, these niggas be shootin' in the air

[Chorus]
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja
Recover when we done, she spend the whole day at the spa
He ain't die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it's my fault
I fuck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia
Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life's a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike