Rich The Kid - Jumpin' Like Jordan (Kickraux X Riot Ten Remix) lyrics

[Hook - Rich The Kid:] Got the trap house like Jordan Pull up in a brand new foreign 300 on the dash and I paid straight cash Take off on you n***as Jeff Gordon AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she with me Livin' life like I'm Diddy In the Kitchen with Whitney Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan Trap house jumpin' like Jordan Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan Trap house jumpin' like Jordan AP, it cost me 50 Model ho yeah she with me Living life like I'm Diddy In the Kitchen with Whitney [Verse 1 - Quavo:] Trap house jumpin' like Jordan J's in the hood, they're snortin' Double cup, lean, I'm pourin' Yo' b**h whippin' in the early mornin' Pulled up in the drop top Phantom n***as in the hood can't stand it My whip game is so special I'm whippin' up the whole Grand Canyon I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason! I went to the j**eler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancin' Yo b**h think I'm romantic, my coke card game is frantic My whip game make you panic, my plug is Phil Jackson Feeling like Mutombo, I got all these Kush bowls Juggin' at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald? Trap game Elvis Presley, you can't impress me Dark skinned ho can cook the dope, she look like Nestle [Hook] [Verse 2 - Rich The Kid:] Got the trap house jumpin' like Kobe Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie You ain't one of me, n***a, don't talk to me, n***a I'm a real a** n***a, you phony In the kitchen whippin' up them babies Make the Pyrex trap go crazy Young n***a got money, young n***a got work Young n***a got crack like the 80s I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm Dunkin', I'm Dunkin' I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot Where the whippin' in the pot too hot Drinkin' lean, out the bottle In the Aston Martin foreign with a model Twenty racks on me, got tats on me In the bed with six hoes like 2 x 3 [Hook] [Verse 3 - Takeoff:] I'm a free man, no Morgan! That choppa, it take out you organs I play with them keys, no organ! Your b**h in my kitchen, she snorting The lean, I'm pouring, I'm snoring I'm making them plays in Delaware Versace, Medusa my underwear Who the f**, n***a better have haircare You don't trap on the block if you don't live there The trap be jumpin', and bunkin' The fiends they running, the money keep comin' I'm kickin' hoes out like a punter If I start shootin', turn to a track runner I'm callin' up Rich, he bringin' the kids Whippin' the babies all summer [Hook]