Lyrics Trill Sammy – Jumpin’

Trill Sammy:
Dab
Whoo, whoo whoo
Trill Sammy

Trap, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Trap Trap Trap)
Phone, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Brr Brrrrrr)
Crowd, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Jumpin’)
Jumpin’, (Jumpin’) Jumpin’
Tra-Trap, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Trap Trap)
My crowd, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Trap Trap)
The party, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Jumpin’)
Bitch, I’m Jumpin’ Jumpin’

Dice SoHo:
Hoes jumpin’ jumpin’ jumpin’ on my dick (aye)
So many bitches, I don’t know which one to pick (aye)
Got your main bitch in the kitchen (woah)
You sippin’, I heard you be trickin’ (damn)
Rollie on me, never tickin’
Post up with my dog, like Stewie Griffin
Cra-Crowd surfin’ at the show
Pass me the dough, soon as I enter the door
Hunnids fallin’ on the floor
Fuck three bitches in a row
All my bitches trained to go
Dice you really gettin’ money, for sure
Is your trap really jumpin’, for sure
I don’t wanna fuck with you, you broke
Tell these niggas catch up, they slow

Trill Sammy:

My phone Jumpin’ Jumpin
Now they say I switched up (hello)
Boy, I poured up your outfit in my damn cup (drank)
Told my momma, yeah I got to get that Bentley truck
Niggas plotting on me, gotta keep that semi tucked (damn)
Like I’m Jordan, I’m a ball way above the rim (ba-ball ball)
All these bitches textin’ my phone, talkin’ about how you been
I’ve been flexin’
I’ve been flexin’
I don’t need a gym
If that bitch all on my dick
Fuck it, I’ll give her a spin (23)

Trap, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Trap Trap Trap)
Phone, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Brr Brrrrrr)
Crowd, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Jumpin’)
Jumpin’, (Jumpin’) Jumpin’
Tra-Trap, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Trap Trap)
My crowd, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Trap Trap)
The party, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Jumpin’)
Bitch, I’m Jumpin’ Jumpin’

Dab
Trap, Jumpin’ Jumpin’
Phone, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Brr Brrrrrr)
Dab
Trap, Jumpin’ Jumpin’
Phone, Jumpin’ Jumpin’ (Brr Brrrrrr)