Trap Jump Lyrics – Ken Carson

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[Intro]
(8-808)

[Chorus]
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumping like Ja
Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa
He ain’t die yet ’cause when he die, they gon’ say it’s my fault
I fu*k a b!tch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I’m having amnesia
N!gga pillow talking these hoes ’cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life’s a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike

I give ’em three stripes, Adidas

[Verse]
I turned a zip to a quarter, a quarter to half, yeah, to a whole pound
You wanna get down with the gang but if you ain’t got a billion then you can’t get down
I’ve just been cracking these seals and dropping these ceilings, they making these sounds
Ain’t calling no shooter, you try and I shoot up the building, I’m letting off rounds
Huh, huh, I’m letting off rounds
Huh, huh, I’m letting off rounds
Huh, huh, I’m letting off rounds
Huh, huh, I’m letting off rounds
Huh, huh, I’m letting off rounds
Huh, huh, I’m letting off rounds, huh, huh
Huh, huh, the SRT came with a wide-body kit
Thick s*it, that’s a wide-body b!tch
Slick Rick, I’m in pirate mode
I’m the one who put designs on that ho
Ed Hardy, I designed it, I’m the designer
Put that lil’ ho in designer, like Lonely, ain’t having no stylist, you know I’m the finder
Who you love? I need a reminder
Do I love you? Kind of
I ain’t falling in love with these hoes
Is we fu*king or what? Let me know
I ain’t calling you over here for nothing
I got G6 and a blunt, we can take off and get high at the same time

That’s your dawg? I’m shooting the K9
Yeah, y’all want fire? Go do something
I’m in the field with cleats and shoulder pads, I know these n!ggas ain’t gon’ do nothing
Know she a freak, she tatted the side of her ass, I’ma slide in it like a QB
I ain’t cutting no ties, this s*it forever, that me—, mean something to me
I’m so fresh, I got on calf leather, cuh, ignore your pants
Gloves on, sticky with me, yeah, yeah, where the fu*k them bands?
Where the fu*k yo’ chains at? (Pu*sy n!gga)
Where the fu*k the n!ggas I started out with at?
Where the fu*k them broke ass b!tches who was talking s*it? They in the back
Incognito, I’m riding in the black truck, Cadillac
And it’s bulletproof, heavy s*it, think she Heaven sent
But she sent from Hell, if you wanna go, I’ll take you there
I’m aiming at your head, these n!ggas be shooting in the air

[Chorus]
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumping like Ja
Recover when we done, she spent the whole day at the spa
He ain’t die yet ’cause when he die, they gon’ say it’s my fault
I fu*k a b!tch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I’m having amnesia
N!gga pillow talking these hoes ’cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers
Life’s a game, I got cheat codes
I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah
I put hoes in check, Nike