Club Jump

[Intro] DOPE Dimes Ounces Pounds Etc... [Verse 1: Beno] You would think my neck was sprung, all this ice up on my necklace You can tell I'm getting money by the way that I be dressin' As long as it's designer then I'm showing no discretion Like I model for the gym, yeah ya boy is always flexin' Got a badd bitch wit me and all we do is fuck But she a side chick, she just count my money up And she a trap bitch, she be standin' in the kitchen The reason why I love her cause a brother got them pigeons I got that work up on the stove, tell them junkies come and get it I'm a hood chef I make my livin' in the kitchen And yeah my bitch badd like I met her in detention Like I opened up a zoo my niggas bringin' in them pigeons I got 36 O's of that soft pure white Hundred round drum with that red dot sight Every nigga that I'm wit throwing up the same thing I like girls, my bitch like the same thing [Hook: Neeko] x2 Okay now this the type of shit that make the club jump Dread shaking niggas in this bitch we make the club jump Loud Team in this bitch we make the club jump And if you disrespect the clique then you gone get jumped [Verse 2: Rico] My nigga it's nothin' You scream and we bustin' You talkin' that shit and it's end of discussion We fall in the club and we get this shit jumpin Fuck a 1-on-1 when we fight we all jump in If I scream Loud Team then they comin' If we take it outside then we dumpin' Niggas better start runnin' Better duck dodge hide do somethin' My niggas they wildin' We all move in silence You scream on the team and my niggas get violent Mom I'm grown, fuck being childish My niggas pop off cause this bitch get too crowded My niggas start wildin' if it get rowdy Better hol' up, watch ya back Cause my niggas dread heads in the middle of the club and they don't know how to act [Hook]