GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully – Wack Jumper (Instrumental) (Prod. By ENRGY)

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully]
Nigga, we don’t beef in public
Wait ’til ain’t nobody around, do ’em like Caine cousin (Do ’em like Caine cousin)
I spilled a four inside the whip, I got the Scat’ buzzin’
My nigga coulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper (He got a wack jumper)
Nigga, still’ll whack something (Still’ll whack something)
My nigga shoulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper (Swish)
A hundred shots plus another chop, that’s a block flooded
Bitch keep pullin’ on my pants, told her, “Stop tuggin'” (Bitch, chill)
[Verse 1: OnFully & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
If you acting like a chicken, you get smacked, dumpling
If you don’t know shit, bitch, stop making assumptions (You don’t know shit, bitch)
Fully told you you’ll get killed for wrongly assuming (Grrat)
Every time we find out where they at, we go and do it (Pull up on niggas)
Pull up, drop a hundred shots and have the block jumpin’ (Have the block jumpin’)
Like you beefin’ with your label, you ain’t drop nothin’ (You niggas ain’t drop shit)
You could come cop this shit or don’t, nigga, stop frontin’
Nigga never pull my card, nigga, quit the bluffin’
Leave a opp head by my feet, fuck around and punt it (You niggas lames)
Tired of shootin’, call TeeJaee, tell him to sub
Brody say I rap good as hell, shit, naw, for real (Naw, for real)
I’ll probably wrap your bitch-ass for real, nigga, no chill (No cap)

[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Nigga, we don’t beef in public
Wait ’til ain’t nobody around, do ’em like Caine cousin (Do ’em like Caine cousin)
I spilled a four inside the whip, I got the Scat’ buzzin’ (Skrrt)
My nigga coulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper (He got a wack jumper)
Nigga, still’ll whack something (Still’ll whack something)
My nigga shoulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper (Swish)
A hundred shots plus a hundred shots, I’m comin’ back dumpin’
Like I did the song with the Shred, ain’t see the strap comin’ (Ain’t see the strap comin’)

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & The Godfather]
Niggas know what we do to opps (What we do to opps)
Catch they ass in traffic, chopper rain and make it really hot (Grrat)
Niggas out here acting like they gang, but they really not
TeeJaee hit the gas on the Scat’, got me spillin’ drop (Chill, bro)
Fiends knockin’ at the door, they need that Fetty Wap (Come get it)
Them bitches keep on tryna hit the crib, might have to change the spot (We gone)
Lurking on the opps in the hood, goin’ block from block (Come on)
I’m clutch with the Glock, five seconds, I’ma take the shot (Give me the rock)
Nigga, you got a wack jumper (Ayy, you playin’)
You better tuck them chains ’cause my nigga’ll snatch somethin’
And if you catch me in the club, just know the strap comin’
And I’d never leave my mans, we back to back dumpin’
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee, OnFully & BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Nigga, we don’t beef in public
Wait ’til ain’t nobody around, do ’em like Caine cousin (Do ’em like Caine cousin)
I spilled a four inside the whip, I got the Scat’ buzzin’
My nigga coulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper
Nigga, still’ll whack something (Still’ll whack something)
My nigga shoulda kept hoopin’, he got a wack jumper
A hundred shots plus another chop, that’s a block flooded
Bitch keep pullin’ on my pants, told her, “Stop tuggin'”

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh? He got a Shaq jumper
He can’t shoot a free throw, he can’t hit nothin’
Nigga, I got the trap jumpin’
I just made six racks off of six onions
Nigga, that ain’t no weed neither
This that ugly white bitch, I call her Mona Lisa
Nigga, we ain’t wrestling neither
I got this big undertaker for you John Cenas
Dame shoot the pistol left hand, call him Tayshaun
Beat a nigga almost to death, call him Rae****
Them boys can’t shoot long distance, call ’em Rajon
Who broke? Mone just post a quarter-million dollar bond
These niggas bleed when they see us, call ’em tampons
We known to leave tees wet, call ’em alkaline
Spilled a pint in the ‘Vette, now the coupe fried
Ain’t gon’ lie, they shot my whip up, then like two died