Jumpin Yung Mal & Lil Quill (Ft. Day1Cassh & Luhtim)

[Intro: Luhtim]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Look

[Chorus: Luhtim]
Thirty deep, trap house jumpin'
I just hit the curb, I had to get it jumpin'
Thirty-six, got my wrist in the bowl
Dropped in a half and I whipped up a whole
I had to take it that there for my folks
I know some real ones that's still down the road, yeah
Jumpin', jumpin', I gotta keep my trap jumpin'
Jumpin', jumpin', all in the kitchen, the hundreds I'm thumbin'
Jumpin', jumpin', you want to one on one, my youngins they jump you
Jumpin', jumpin', how you get money, your trap ain't jumpin'

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
How you get money, your trap ain't jumpin'
When it come back glass nigga know the trap bumpin'
He called for the whole bag, said he comin' from the country
I ain't droppin' no number, still thirty-five hundred
Got the game from my uncle, I grew up a hustler
I learned from them farmers, started using my muscle
We just moved in this bitch and we got this bitch jumping
The neighbors keep trippin', the junkies keep comin'
Jump, jump, just call 'fore you come and don't pull up in front
Lil Quill got the stick and he shoot through the cut
We gon' trap this bitch out, switch it out in a month
Thirty deep, trap house jumpin'
Hit the curb, skrrt, damn this bitch runnin'