[Intro]

DJ Swish

It’s WillThaRapper nigga

Jumpman, jumpman

Aye, aye, look

[Verse 1]

Jumpman, jumpman, hoe

Prep out your mask or get jumped

Keep purpin’ up at your ass will get slumped

And I start every day with a blunt counting cash with a blunt in my hand

Or with a gun in my hand that Will you skunk like a man

Your shooter a bitch and I know you just a snitch

You get slumped on that stand for pointing your hand

That’s when I’m closing your mouth

I keep the door to your house and then find your spouse

Put that four all in her mouth

And watch her throw slow out her skull

Shit will get real, yeah boy your bitch will get killed

I smoke out this side to steel

Tell that bitch to chill

She won’t get shit outta Will

Not even the tip out the bill

Man, she got to chill

[Verse 2]

I put that gay out in Philly

Broad she practice like semis, I’m not talking finals

I blow the semis like smoke like a chimney and smoke like a hippie

Niggas don’t get me maybe cause pussies can’t feel me

Your guy knew that niggas can’t hit me or he would steel me

Tell him just pull up and kill me I bet he killed out the city

Shout out to city

Shout out to any young nigga who really be bout what they rapping

I know some niggas who killers

And niggas who know they ain’t about shit they be chatting

I know some niggas that be about action

Most of these niggas need to be acting

If you a nerve out the purp, why you trapping

Won’t have to hustle a nigga, just ask him

I won’t be serving no hands or grabbing no mask

If my lil’ ass live in a mansion

I would be fucking these bitches or coughing or something

I know some niggas that really bout action

Or taking vacations to Hampton

I will be throwing some parties, popping some Molly’s

And doing these drugs, then I dance

Then I’m in the trenches walking around on my leg

Ducking and dodging the Feds

Niggas be scared, I put a nigga on sale

Put a half grand on his head

If I got bread, I do him like Debo and Craig

I put a brick on his head

Whoa, whoa, aye

[Hook]

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman

I might need a stuntman aye, aye

Purp or you’ll get jumped man

I don’t need no gunman aye, aye

Rappers think they fucking with me

Must be lunching aye, aye

I can’t do no shows if I can’t get my gun in aye

[Verse 2]

Talking bout the whole clip

These rappers buzzing some cold shit

They tweet a lot to look Twitter tough

Not a little slut, but a whole bitch

My whole mixtape crank boy

No midget shit, this dank boy

I smoke with those in my tank boy

This 93, what you think boy

My bankroll on OB

She give good brain, that’s no teeth

This bitches lose, ain’t no leash

This loud make a ngga nose bleed

Oh wait, boy I be balling like Jordan

Told her don’t call I’m recording

That bitch annoying

Texting and calling my phone

And she know in her ass got a boyfriend

Boy I don’t want her

I fucked her once and I’m through

She not my bae or my boo

She still fuck with you

I think she fucked my whole crew

But whatever that shit on you

Do what you do

Aye, jumpman, jumpman

It’s WillThaRapper nigga