JUMP Lyrics – Travis Scott, Baby Keem

[Interview: Baby Keem]
Wow, umm
Nothing could prepare me for this moment tonight, umm
I just want to say thank you to-
My support system, umm
The city of Las Vegas, my family

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b!tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b!tch
Hitting that fire, jump in that whip, thumb in that b!tch
Cum in that b!tch (Ho), drumming that— (Hah, hah)

Drumming that b!tch, yeah

[Verse: Baby Keem]
Choppa doing circles, it’s a bird, bird
Take him to the party, he’s a nerd (Pop out)
I ain’t seen n!ggas hit corners in the motherfu*king ‘burbs, huh (Pop out)
Done politicking with the competition, what’s the word?, yeah
Put that on my mama, n!gga, eight in the process
N!ggas tryna tippy-toe through the progress
Tongue-tied when the truth is an object
What’s the pros and the cons of this next check?
Wasn’t nobody ’round, I was independent
In the ’90s, sitting bum with the windows tinted
Heard a bum got a strap in the party
Who the fu*k let this **** in the party?
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up, beat ’em up, beat ’em up (Ah)
I was seeing double in the projects
Mad at myself, learned to put it to the side
Mama had to cater for the coupe
That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes
And n!ggas wanna play both sides
It’s a red dot, don’t get on the wrong red eye
It’s a headshot, Damien Kane, woo, them guys
Fu*k around and bury two of them guys
I’m OD in Paris, I’m OD in France

I thought that I told you, I need the advance
Put down your IG and look through my lens
A million to grandma, who did I offend?
The girl of your dreams to me is a fan
I netted ten million and did a lil’ dance
I’m fu*king the world, I unzip my pants
My uncle G told me that I had a chance
So then I popped out and did it again
And did it again and did it again
I can not respect them, where did he begin?
Advice from the council, let nobody in
Been swerving through rumors
Avoiding the trends and ducking the hoes
I’m ducking the loonies that come with the shows
I’m grateful to Man-Man, he opened up doors
A bunk on the tour bus to come and compose
I reach to the stars on my tippy toes
This greatest success where most n!ggas fold
I tell you my past, that s*it don’t get old
But how could you ask like I don’t be writing my raps?
These critics got everyone tapped
You gotta relax, the city where nobody sleep
Just tap in and ask where I’m at, ho (Ho)

[Bridge: Baby Keem]
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up
Beat ’em up, beat ’em up

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b!tch (B!tch)
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b!tch
Hitting that fire, jump in that whip, thumb in that b!tch
Cum in that b!tch (Ho), drumming that— (Hah, hah)
Drumming that b!tch (B!tch)