Jump Off The G4 Ludacris feat. I-20

Jump off the G4 we can meet out side

What you gon’ do?

Jump off the G4 we can meet out side

What you gon’ do?

Jump off the G4 we can meet out side

What you gon’ do?

Jump off the G4 we can meet out side

I say look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane

It’s Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain

Automatic pilot automatic dough

Jump off the G4 we can meet out side

I said look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane

It’s Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain

Automatic pilot automatic dough

Bitches on assignment automatic hoes

Press the start button let the games begin

Real recognize real let the lames pretend

What you see is what you get when Luda’s rapping

If I say then I've done or it’s about to happen

But I've said that before now I’m back to snapping

I’m an eight figure nigga and

That’s just off rapping

So Imma tell you something different

And I just might slap’em

Pour belvy on the nigga then I just might jack’em

Get it?

A little deeper than the average mind

My watch lasts a little longer than the average time

‘Cause I never been average I’m further above

If you've got chicks on your dick

Mines are further in love

You got a crew that be snapping? Yeah me too

Nigga you like rapping? Yeah me too

You got a wad full of cash? Yeah me too

Got a blunt full of hash? Yeah me too

You keep a squad in the hood nigga? Yeah me too

You got a dash full of wood nigga? Yeah me too

You got a pocket full of stones nigga? Yeah me too

You keep on repping for your zone nigga? Yeah me too

Dealer bitch yeah I’m back ignorant rap shit

And I got hype man but they ain’t here to do adlibs

So go ahead and judge a nigga

‘Cause I say I so white

Life’s a craps game I stay screaming out hold dice

Tell G bet the house on me you heard what I said

Tell these niggas down on border man

I can cover the spread

Yea they coming for my head but

I ain’t made it that big

I got a hair trigger nigga that can split your wig

Right! Ya’ll the et cetera whatever I can brag about

All that local bullshit ya’ll love to hear us rap about

Niggas got a drought so ya’ll can’t serve it at home

Tell ya shooters we can cover it we got us a zone

And yea I’m good with this fucking shorty

That’s no lie

I make a straight girl cry, turn a dyke bitch bi

Twenty-eight no backpacking but I’ll flip this pack

My desert eagle is a puncher

‘Cause it push shit back