[Lyric] Off the jump (Full Trip)

(Hook)

I get it straight off the jump

I get it straight off tha jump (x2)

I get my weight out tha trunk

Don't put tha work in tha front

Yea I be whippin tha truck

Yea I pull up wit tha pump

I don't fuck with problems

Nigga whats the issue

Stressin bout that paper

Keep it on my mental
No I can't fuck witchu

No I do not miss you

Runnin through that money

Blow a check like tissue


(Verse)

Boy my teeth be shinin fuck your presidential

Bitch I'm certified

These niggas sentimental

Ridin in that four

Boutta Poe a duece

On my way to cash a check

I been over due

When niggas hating on you
What more can you do

Focused on this paper

My shoes made wit gator

Chefin outta papers

Don't need elevators

Smokin like Jamaicans

Send you to your maker

Slidin wit my Haitians

All got lack of patience

Rifles wit tha lasers

Like we home invadin

These niggas lookin crazy

They see what we makin
Gotta stay protected

I won't let you take it


When you hustle hard these niggas out to getchu

Movin every day Juss like Dat rent due

Never let a broke nigga represent you

Pushin every day

Bein broke no I can't do


(Hook)

I get it straight off the jump

I get it straight off tha jump (x2)

I get my weight out tha trunk

Don't put tha work in tha front

Yea I be whippin tha truck

Yea I pull up wit tha pump

I don't fuck with problems

Nigga wats tha issue

Stressin bout that paper

Keep it on my mental

No I can't fuck witchu

No I do not miss you

Runnin thru that money

Blow a check like tissue

(Hook)

I be talkin faces

Money conversations

No we not tha same

Our breed is segregated

Sick wit tha flow when I whip it

Realest and they see difference

I made a killin 100

Grab me a stick and I'm drummin it

Ill bring a bag on tha road

Hit up my line and I'm gone

I needa pack of tha strong

I get it straight off the farm

Good gas no harm

Hustle hard

Or you starve

Ion trust no broad

U ain't taking my heart


I put my wrist in tha bowl

I put on a runner on go

I gotta gat for the smoke

Hand fulla ones for tha pole

Fire brain

Imma blow

Takin my soul

Swallow cuz we on tha road

I kno she bout it for sure

Do it again at the mall

But I'm Finna hit in tha stall

I got her breakin tha door

Pulled up in a uber

Pockets flooded no scuba

Loud pack no hookah

Young niggas wit bazookas

Face time witta cougar

Face time wit my shoota

FaceTime wit my plug

On tha way wit my ruger

(Hook)