Bumble Bee

I'm tryna rock the new kicks
I'm tryna cop a new whip
Two fifty spent on my jays
But I'm finna have good day
I gotta have a good taste
I'm tryna bring home some cake
Secure the bag get a way

These shorties all in my face
And I love it
I duck from a case then I get and I run it
All of my thoughts say to get me some hundreds
If it's not new then imma redone it
Retro that bitch and say it's that it's upcoming
I'm from the hood where everyone want in
Except for my people they tryna get money
Except for my people starving they hungry
Except for my people they point and say run it

But I'm tryna rock the new kicks
I'm tryna cop a new whip
Two fifty spent on my jays
But I'm finna have good day
I gotta have a good taste
I'm tryna bring home some cake
Secure the bag get a way
Secure the bag get a way

I gotta deal with the highs and lows
Except that my lows are depression it shows
And all of my highs are when I get high
If I see ribbons I shoot in the sky
Don't know how I'm living I don't wanna die
They kick in my door and they say that they five
The reason I run is so I can survive
They tell me to freeze but I'm still alive

I talk about drugs I talk being broke
I talk about riches I want from my shows
I talk about fucking I party a lot
Talk about college and girlies I popped

I talk about politics
Trump is a chimp
Ain't enough melanin in the senate
Speaking of melanin what did I miss
Last time I checked we was raising our fist

But I'm tryna rock the new kicks
I'm tryna cop a new whip
Two fifty spent on my jays
But I'm finna have good day
I gotta have a good taste
I'm tryna bring home some cake
Secure the bag get a way
Secure the bag get a way



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Writer(s): Jt Godson
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