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JUMP lyrics by Travis Scott, Baby Keem

Interview: Baby Keem
Wow, umm
Nothing could prepare me for this moment tonight, umm
I just want to say thank you to-
My support system, umm
The city of Las Vegas, my family

Chorus: Baby Keem
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that bitch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that bitch
Hittin’ that fire, jump in that whip, thumb in that bitch
Cum in that bitch (Ho), drummin’ that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin’ that bitch (Yeah)

Verse: Baby Keem
Choppa doin’ circles, it’s a bird, bird
Take him to the party, he’s a nerd (Pop out)
I ain’t seen niggas hit corners in the motherfuckin’ ‘burbs, huh (Pop out)
Done politickin’ with the competition, what’s the word? (Yeah)
Put that on my mama, nigga, eight in the process
Niggas tryna tippy-toe through the progress
Tongue-tied when the truth is an object
What’s the pros and the cons of this next check?
Wasn’t nobody ‘round, I was independent
In the ’90s, sittin’ bum with the windows tinted
Heard a bum got a strap in the party
Who the fuck let this * in the party?
Beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up (Ah)
I was seein’ double in the projects
Mad at myself, learned to put it to the side
Mama had to cater for the coupe
That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes
And niggas wanna play both sides
It’s a red dot, don’t get on the wrong red eye
It’s a headshot, Damien Kane, woo, them guys
Fuck around and bury two of them guys
I’m OD in Paris, I’m OD in France
I thought that I told you, I need the advance
Put down your IG and look through my lens
A million to grandma, who did I offend?
The girl of your dreams to me is a fan
I netted ten million and did a lil’ dance
I’m fuckin’ the world, I unzip my pants
My uncle G told me that I had a chance
So then I popped out and did it again
And did it again and did it again
I can not respect them, where did he begin?
Advice from the council, let nobody in
Been swervin’ through rumors
Avoidin’ the trends and duckin’ the hoes
I’m duckin’ the loonies that come with the shows
I’m grateful to Man-Man, he opened up doors
A bunk on the tour bus to come and compose
I reach to the stars on my tippy toes
This greatest success where most niggas fold
I tell you my past, that shit don’t get old
But how could you ask like I don’t be writin’ my raps?
These critics got everyone tapped
You gotta relax, the city where nobody sleep
Just tap in and ask where I’m at, ho (ho)

Bridge: Baby Keem
Beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up
Beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up
Beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up
Beat ‘em up, beat ‘em up

Chorus: Baby Keem
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that bitch (bitch)
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that bitch
Hittin’ that fire, jump in that whip, thumb in that bitch
Cum in that bitch (Ho), drummin’ that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin’ that bitch (bitch)