[Chorus]
Feeling like a rider for real
Got a bag of that kill and it’s jumping
Call up my foolies and chill
Yeah the turnup is real
Pop a molly, you feel
Cause it’s jumping
N***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
My n***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Like boing, jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
My n***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Like boing

[Verse 1: Bad Lucc]
Hey, I’m tripping, I see a n***a want to fade, I’m clipping
Bottle of the spade, it’s some win it, I flip it
My n***a lil loc in the building and he crippin
I got a whole bag and that dust for the function
I got the squad on my back and it’s nothing
Fist full of paper talk shit out the car though
Bitch looking at a player I’m a star though
Bm, baby bm, my song in the mail
My ace g’s, pushing seal
My killas on bail, I blow rack
Clack packs, and four fifty fours
I’m a mac, all that, you slow
Bitch I’m go, whaddup
My foolies in the rock, it’s a block party
Pop shit, get the Glock, it’s a knock party
I turn it up, my beat on the brain
I’m swinging be in that lane
The D.O.G. on the chain, whaddup
[Chorus]
Feeling like a rider for real
Got a bag of that kill and it’s jumping
Call up my foolies and chill
Yeah the turnup is real
Pop a molly, you feel
Cause it’s jumping
N***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
My n***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Like boing, jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
My n***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Like boing

[Verse 2: Problem]
I brought a gang of weed, now where the bitches
After a cup of that potion bet I can swim in that ocean
Check out the motion, explosive
Boom, boom, 2 bomb on a bitch
Slide when I dip
My watch sales ready to push the line if you trip
That molly got me ready, I’m heavy upon my turn ups
Your bitch ain’t bout that brain
Bet I can make her learn up
Just have my straight turn up
Unless she swallowed it
Got the number in my head, I lottoed it
Her friend found me up on twitter
Then followed it
Fucked her too, I’m a dog and I’m proud of it
Problem, you know me well
Stay on a bitch head like a ponytail
Trynna get a mill like the homie bail
Take your drank, 2 step then I throw her here
[Chorus]
Feeling like a rider for real
Got a bag of that kill and it’s jumping
Call up my foolies and chill
Yeah the turnup is real
Pop a molly, you feel
Cause it’s jumping
N***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
My n***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Like boing, jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
My n***a is jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Like boing