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ceo trayle & nefew - jump lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
yeah, phew
grrah, baow, baow, baow, baow
grrah, baow, baow, baow

[verse: ceo trayle & nefew]
uh, when four say, “jump,” b+tch, jump (yeah)
the closet filled up, put that body in the truck
it was me and nefew, but we upped it on unc’
nah, for real, left his head with a lump
n+ggas hate me like trump
i popped a pill, gave one to ‘few and we slumped
yeah, it’s just me and ‘few, couple b+tches a few
suppressor on the nose, b+tch sound like, “pew, pew”
and we kickin’ doors in and out we like, “phew, phew”
twenty floors up, penthouse, we got the view
block life, backdoor, big c4, and ‘few
said he was on the block, but we not knowin’ you (uh)
the trap house vacant, still servin’ you
animals under me, its like i run a zoo
it’s just me and this cutter, it’s just seat for two
with my new b+tch, she yellow just like pikachu
ayy, when ‘few say, “jump,” b+tch, jump
feel like a jamaican don dada who wanna romp (frrt)
i’m ridin’ ’round with it with five hundred bags in a light brown civic (uh, yeah)
i put the b+tch out ’cause she just ain’t get it
me and trayle locked in cage, match exhibition
i’m comin’ off the top, rope jeff hardy finish
slam through the backdoor
know it’s ‘few and c4 with two pints and a ‘bow and, okay, here we go
gen5, four+nick’, one up the nose
he look like a l!ck, we start talkin’ in codes
with the flows, we switchin’ up those
nah, for real, switch it up, bankroll
yeah, back it up switch it up, backin’ in, we pull up, pushin’ in, wet it up
i was in the maybach with my feet, let it up
he got hit with a stick, but it look like got hit by a truck
ooh, sent a blitz with a b+tch, he thought he was gon’ f+ck
punchlines after punchline, uppercut
he got stepped on like we was addin’ cut
we was back+to+back, we back again, n+gga, what?
you get stabbed in chain gang, n+gga, say you got busted
uh, a 550 came through with that kite, it’s from us
i been itchin’ for three hours, n+gga, that tuss’
i been itchin’ too, feel like my percocet bust
he been poppin’ too long, he got stretched like a bus
we was broke, then we crunk up a wave like a brush
i was askin’ myself, “who the f+ck can i trust?” (yeah)
at the top, ain’t n0body but us
[outro: ceo trayle & nefew]
four
nah, for real, ha

- ceo trayle nefew lyrics

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