CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Jump Out The House (Wick Version)
Ha, woah
Woah, woah
You mad your b*t*h wanna text me, well come on and tell me, just know Autumar got a stick on him
I'm starting to think I'm a real f**king freak 'cause the Glock got a d**k and the AR got tits on it
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me so you best have a friend for him
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that n***a or go to the pen' for him?
Me and my brothers ain't letting sh*t slide, if you slide on my n***a, then we gotta spin for 'em
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon-Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em
I don't know if Richie f**k with me for real, but when I heard this sh*t, I knew I had to gеt on it
b*t*h from LA just flew in for the day, she likе, "Bae, what's the mood?" Told her shut up and sit on it
Thinking should I keep the 'Vette or should I get the Porsche, ain't no telling what I'm finna spend on it
I just might keep saving up for the brand new McLaren and cop me a crib out in LA
I'm rocking Gucci, the Louis, my b*t*h rocking Fendi, Chanelly, Margiela, Margiela
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela
You mad your b*t*h wanna text me, well come on and tell me, just know Autumar got a stick on him
I'm starting to think I'm a real f**king freak 'cause the Glock got a d**k and the AR got tits on it
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me so you best have a friend for him
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that n***a or go to the pen' for him?
Me and my brothers ain't letting sh*t slide, if you slide on my n***a, then we gotta spin for 'em
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon-Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em
With that Drac' stick, I'm a savage
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
With that Drac' stick, I'm a savage
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah
You mad your b*t*h wanna text me, well come on and tell me, just know Autumar got a stick on him
I'm starting to think I'm a real f**king freak 'cause the Glock got a d**k and the AR got tits on it
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me so you best have a friend for him
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that n***a or go to the pen' for him?
Me and my brothers ain't letting sh*t slide, if you slide on my n***a, then we gotta spin for 'em
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon-Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em
I don't know if Richie f**k with me for real, but when I heard this sh*t, I knew I had to gеt on it
b*t*h from LA just flew in for the day, she likе, "Bae, what's the mood?" Told her shut up and sit on it
Thinking should I keep the 'Vette or should I get the Porsche, ain't no telling what I'm finna spend on it
I just might keep saving up for the brand new McLaren and cop me a crib out in LA
I'm rocking Gucci, the Louis, my b*t*h rocking Fendi, Chanelly, Margiela, Margiela
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela
You mad your b*t*h wanna text me, well come on and tell me, just know Autumar got a stick on him
I'm starting to think I'm a real f**king freak 'cause the Glock got a d**k and the AR got tits on it
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me so you best have a friend for him
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that n***a or go to the pen' for him?
Me and my brothers ain't letting sh*t slide, if you slide on my n***a, then we gotta spin for 'em
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon-Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em
With that Drac' stick, I'm a savage
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
With that Drac' stick, I'm a savage
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
That's a bad b*t*h, that's a bad b*t*h
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
