The Bump
Check it out huemans
This is Chuck Dizzle
Checking in live and direct from Homegrown Radio on Real 92.3
And I bringing you the new splash from Mid City LA's very own F.Y.I.
Fresh from his new record, F.Y.I. Invented Green
So turn your box up
And feel that Bump
FYI is the trillest nigga that you ever heard
Got superb with the words
Used to chill out on the curb
In the ghettoes of California
Where the kids wanna earn
Making money like the players and the dealers with the work
If you black on the block
Then the cops illegal search
Consequences for the snitches
Strictly stiffness in a hearse
Always been about my business
Get more action than a verb
Bitches be catching feelings
Then they lifting up they skirt
Get to sexing with the lips
Wink wink
Start to flirt
Then I hit them with that drink drink
We kiss
Then she squirt
Made her dance up at my house
Now she calling me a jerk
My eyes wide open
Got a nigga on alert
I'm on fresh off tour
Huemans selling out the merch
I'm good with a milli
Corporations wanna merge
Had to strong arm the moon
Just to plant my flag first
The buzz is legendary
Monumental I prefer
FYI
Be that new type of fly
Rolling down the ave
And the baddies say Hi
Mid City LA where I soak up the vibes
Text coming through
What it do!?
For tonight
No time be tripping
Off the when where or what
Make the speakers bump
I'm feeling on her bumps
The bump
Stay having good years
These vets is looking tired
Been shitting on these nigs
Excuse me
I'm full of fiber
Turned your throne into a toilet
For wifey she need it wider
I like her ass so phat
She need a health care provider
All about my business
Last name should be proprietor
Booked up year round
Early days late nighters
You gonna need some Adderall
Cup of joe
Highlighters
To study all my shine
Designed like turpentine
I drop gems to make green
Movie like
When I write
FYI be the scene
A leading man
Directed to rubber bands
Featured on your record
Your label's staff
Is my fans
Too good with these spears
I apologize it's my bad
When I reign its more like an avalanche
Kneel and kiss the ring
When I do my thing
It's top brass
The only good cops
Is the one found in a car crash
Them groupies looking better
After I finish my shot glass
Let's bump
Today's popularity
Is more like a parody
Try mimicking my greatness
I'm a man amongst parakeets
After modeling my video
She was wearing a pair of sheets
You feel in love with Thotiana
Now you in a class for parenting?
Was all in the club
If judgement come
I was perishing
Went from horny every week
To the baddest freak that was heavenly
Amazed at how God works
More than Frankie and Beverly
My influence in the game cemented
F - k with me heavily
Shots fired in the hood
Ain't inspiration for medley
Changed the tune on what's consumed
Weak rappers get felonies
Never miss a chance to demeanor
Social media thugs
That is wieners
Your blocks bluffing
Cock suckers
Pump faking
Posting pics
Next to your homie's beamer at a function
If you don't run for something
Walk for nothing
From the west to the east coast
I've been on that beast mode
Master of the bump
And I don't do it with cheat codes
Let's go
This is Chuck Dizzle
Checking in live and direct from Homegrown Radio on Real 92.3
And I bringing you the new splash from Mid City LA's very own F.Y.I.
Fresh from his new record, F.Y.I. Invented Green
So turn your box up
And feel that Bump
FYI is the trillest nigga that you ever heard
Got superb with the words
Used to chill out on the curb
In the ghettoes of California
Where the kids wanna earn
Making money like the players and the dealers with the work
If you black on the block
Then the cops illegal search
Consequences for the snitches
Strictly stiffness in a hearse
Always been about my business
Get more action than a verb
Bitches be catching feelings
Then they lifting up they skirt
Get to sexing with the lips
Wink wink
Start to flirt
Then I hit them with that drink drink
We kiss
Then she squirt
Made her dance up at my house
Now she calling me a jerk
My eyes wide open
Got a nigga on alert
I'm on fresh off tour
Huemans selling out the merch
I'm good with a milli
Corporations wanna merge
Had to strong arm the moon
Just to plant my flag first
The buzz is legendary
Monumental I prefer
FYI
Be that new type of fly
Rolling down the ave
And the baddies say Hi
Mid City LA where I soak up the vibes
Text coming through
What it do!?
For tonight
No time be tripping
Off the when where or what
Make the speakers bump
I'm feeling on her bumps
The bump
Stay having good years
These vets is looking tired
Been shitting on these nigs
Excuse me
I'm full of fiber
Turned your throne into a toilet
For wifey she need it wider
I like her ass so phat
She need a health care provider
All about my business
Last name should be proprietor
Booked up year round
Early days late nighters
You gonna need some Adderall
Cup of joe
Highlighters
To study all my shine
Designed like turpentine
I drop gems to make green
Movie like
When I write
FYI be the scene
A leading man
Directed to rubber bands
Featured on your record
Your label's staff
Is my fans
Too good with these spears
I apologize it's my bad
When I reign its more like an avalanche
Kneel and kiss the ring
When I do my thing
It's top brass
The only good cops
Is the one found in a car crash
Them groupies looking better
After I finish my shot glass
Let's bump
Today's popularity
Is more like a parody
Try mimicking my greatness
I'm a man amongst parakeets
After modeling my video
She was wearing a pair of sheets
You feel in love with Thotiana
Now you in a class for parenting?
Was all in the club
If judgement come
I was perishing
Went from horny every week
To the baddest freak that was heavenly
Amazed at how God works
More than Frankie and Beverly
My influence in the game cemented
F - k with me heavily
Shots fired in the hood
Ain't inspiration for medley
Changed the tune on what's consumed
Weak rappers get felonies
Never miss a chance to demeanor
Social media thugs
That is wieners
Your blocks bluffing
Cock suckers
Pump faking
Posting pics
Next to your homie's beamer at a function
If you don't run for something
Walk for nothing
From the west to the east coast
I've been on that beast mode
Master of the bump
And I don't do it with cheat codes
Let's go
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Writer(s): Lyndon Marshall
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