JumpOutTheHouse (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse]
I'm havin' my moment
I got the smoke for you niggas, it's potent
One-half of niggas just not too important
The other half, I put your neck to my Jordan's (Bitch)
Kurt angle, you can tap out if you wanna
I'm in New York, I pop out with the MoMA's
Pop out with your bitch
.45 to your head, don't pop out in the 6
We drop on that nigga, then drop it on Twitch
Don't think you should drop, lil' bruh, you not that lit
Call up Kit Boys, call the boys for the kit
Niggas ain't think I'd come out of the pit
'til them hits that I writ got me out of that shit
Yeah, crazy man, crazy man, raise your hand to talk to me
You shaky, man, you hasty, fam, not wavy, man
I made a fan, then made you, man
You kinda like a Slim Shady fan, oh wait, you Stan
I always got the upper hand
I'm always with my brother'nem (Big boy shirts)
It's up for them, it's tougher skin
You sucker shit, you sucker bitch
I slut her out, you love the bitch
I do whatever, whenever, I fuck the bitch
You went out bad, pro'ly doin' sucker shit
I'm baby boy, I stack the guns and butter shit
And you– that's some whole other shit
I'll fuck your bitch and your sis
Dig your dumbass a ditch
And sell the parts of your body for some bricks
Kill your mama and your kids on some cold-blooded shit
And some other shit, whole disgusting shit
With a body bag into Rottweilers
Mix some Acetone with the Robitussin shit, on some other shit