Streets Jumpin

[Chorus]
Didn't play on that block, I was trappin' and stackin'
Bust down a brick and remix it, rewrap it
Bust down my wrist just to shit on you maggots
Ain't worried 'bout no bitch 'cause a young nigga havin'
Had to get off my ass and go get me a baggie
Give me a plug and get rid of the package
Make the work flip, spent a grip on my fashion
Glock on my hip, boy get back or I'm blasting
Designer stay all on my, your thot all up on me
That guap gon' stay on me, I'll never be lonely
Young nigga ran through more Tony than Tony
King of the trap, I don't see an opponent
King of the funk, I'm the next big homie
Tear down your trap, if you got it we want it
You know that you will not survive this [?]
Real Murda Worth Music, LilCJ done got the streets jumpin'

[Verse 1]
First of all, let me say free Twisted Black
I got this shit locked, now the folks on my back
You fuck 'round it comes to the funk and get whacked
We bust down the work and we break up the packs
My kicks 'bout the same amount as your rent
Add it up, my outfit cost 'bout a brick
Nigga sad as fuck, too busy talkin' that shit
If he talkin' up, might talk himself to a lick
I know it hurt I'm the top dog
Run up, we gon' start letting shots off
Had to go hard with that hard, I am not soft
Trap house look like we been baggin' up golf balls
You switched, I been gettin' more money without y'all
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Pull up on your bitch, drop the ceiling
She know it's straight business, no tinted
She know that I'm chasing these millions
These rap niggas all in they feelings
Came up and took over my city
My pockets on Puffy, no Diddy
My Glock gotta come with extension
My opp niggas comin' up missing
My partners is ace if I sic 'em
Young nigga you know that they blitzing

[Chorus]
Didn't play on that block, I was trappin' and stackin'
Bust down a brick and remix it, rewrap it
Bust down my wrist just to shit on you maggots
Ain't worried 'bout no bitch 'cause a young nigga havin'
Had to get off my ass and go get me a baggie
Give me a plug and get rid of the package
Make the work flip, spent a grip on my fashion
Glock on my hip, boy get back or I'm blasting
Designer stay all on my, your thot all up on me
That guap gon' stay on me, I'll never be lonely
Young nigga ran through more Tony than Tony
King of the trap, I don't see an opponent
King of the funk, I'm the next big homie
Tear down your trap, if you got it we want it
You know that you will not survive this [?]
Real Murda Worth Music, LilCJ done got the streets jumpin'

[Verse 2]
Come trap in my hood, nigga gotta be goofy
There I go out the window with an Uzi
All my friends dead nigga, pockets on Uzi
Pull up and leave your ass in the street, Uzi
I'm all the way up but I came from the bottom
Got green like I grew it, I'm stuffin' my wood
I'm still in the hood, I'm still havin' pull
My young nigga Ron don't know how to jugg
Have you ever sat down, taught your bro how to cook
Pour it out, just might write a book
Nigga capped hard, saw my face and was shook
We the Glock squad, bitch we stay with them glizzys
We start stainin' and you gon' sing like you Suge
Pull up on your main, get some brain, and then dip
I was down on my dick, school had to get skipped
I start trappin' them nicks, I was right in the six
Lost my mama, fucked me up ever since
Fell in love with drama, started upping them sticks
I'm seeing commas, now they all on my dick
Just in case you wondered nigga, I'll never quit
We been through the thunder nigga, I'll never switch
We don't royal rumble so that chopper got kick
Nutted up on her then that ho get switched
I'm a Murda Worth menace, the fuck I look like out here cuffin' a bitch?

[Chorus]
Didn't play on that block, I was trappin' and stackin'
Bust down a brick and remix it, rewrap it
Bust down my wrist just to shit on you maggots
Ain't worried 'bout no bitch 'cause a young nigga havin'
Had to get off my ass and go get me a baggie
Give me a plug and get rid of the package
Make the work flip, spent a grip on my fashion
Glock on my hip, boy get back or I'm blasting
Designer stay all on my, your thot all up on me
That guap gon' stay on me, I'll never be lonely
Young nigga ran through more Tony than Tony
King of the trap, I don't see an opponent
King of the funk, I'm the next big homie
Tear down your trap, if you got it we want it
You know that you will not survive this [?]
Real Murda Worth Music, LilCJ done got the streets jumpin'