Lil Durk, King Von, Booka600 ft. Memo600 - JUMP Lyrics

(Ruffians MG)

And it's still a few hitters from the six (six)
Jumpin' over bodies when them boys ain't hit the switch
Niggas deaf, who you think around the corner? It's a drill (it's a drill)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up and say "Hey", fuck who you wit'
We gon' pull up bangin', all my niggas gangin'
Keep a blick, smokin' on that stankin', man, that shit get dangerous
Draco, ain't no aimin', all my killers anxious
Like, "Who is him?", You don't think the nigga safe, he lose a limb (he lose a limb)
Fifty thousand for the chain, half of that'll get you hit (a get you hit)
Oh, shit, caught that boy dissin' Lil Boo, now he dead (and now he dead)
All blicks, we just play that shit for keeps, that's all year (that's all year)
I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this bitch
I seen it often in this shit, since hella young, since a jit
He said it all, I heard that boy he rat, I heard that boy he snitch
I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (grrah)
A hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' pics (let's get it)
Memo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him, "Get a grip"
She watch her left, sayin', "Six hundred K'll get you killed"
And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I got the drill (Von)

These niggas hoes, you know I know
He think he slick, I know he told
I'm on the road, still tottin' pole (huh?)
My gun be hot, your shit be cold (boom, boom)
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, his bond on hold (damn)
He still locked up, it's takin' long (uh-huh)
She wanna know when he comin' home (damn, damn)
See, shit it'll get real, you ever been on the drill?
When no one you shot got killed? I'm just keepin' it real
Have you ever been in the car with your homie who don't got the wheel? (Damn, damn)
He can't slide, he need him a pill
He a bitch, it is what it is
That's your mans you tryna uplift
But when it's war time, niggas ain't gon' do shit (nah, nah)
Them niggas ain't slidin' no more
The opps outside, man, them niggas ain't hidin' no more (what?)
Well, I guess we ain't the guys no more
When you see a nigga killed your brother, you don't ask, just blow
When I fuck with stars, give me passes though (damn)
If you don't wanna shoot just pass it, bro
Fuck y'all wearin' them masks for? (Huh, what?)
Niggas got guns, but they ain't gon' blow (yeah)

I know a rich nigga homeless
Got me a deal, ain't homeless (yeah, yeah)
I'm a real nigga for life
And I ain't tryna risk my life (like yeah, yeah, let's get it)
I was down bad on my dick and a nigga ain't take my advice (yeah, yeah)
I was tryna make my night
But the Percocets ruined my life (yeah, yeah, gang)
Spent a whole M on my children
I was fucked up gettin' meal plans
Lambo' dark and it still tints
Money on the lawyer and I'm still rich
I fell off once and I'm still lit
Voice of the streets, it's real shit
I did a lil' time and ain't tell shit
Pounds in the mail, they ain't mail shit
I'm in school with a Kel-Tec
I love my brother for life
He lost his legs to a wheelchair
How you get blocks and you ain't kill shit?
How you run blocks? You ain't kill yet
I ain't even pop my pill yet
Most these niggas can't feel that, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know what I'm sayin', we do it for the streets
You know what I'm sayin', the trenches
Everywhere, you know what I'm sayin', Chicago
Let's get it, yeah