Gummy

Go Gummy Kyle

If you run up on us you a dummy (You a dummy)
It's a wrap for that boy like a mummy (It's a Wrap)
Got that thang strapped, tight across my tummy
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)
Got that thang strapped, tight across my tummy
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)

I got real bullets boy
These ain't my no blanks in here
We some real bullies boy
You niggas just be weird
You gotta cute baby face
Can't even grow a beard
I wanna smack the shit up outchu
With my back hand
Take that Henny to face
Like a fucking man
Now my eyes looking tight like I'm Japanese
Got a model to my right think she Japanese
I weigh about 280 got no bodyguards
I take that back
Gucci sack got some bodyguards
When I rack the hammer
They be going super hard
Super Saiyan
I get my spray on
I go hard in the paint like I'm Draymond
I run my card at the bank
Get my pay on
Chevy got a full tank
And I stay gone
I stay spitting that fire
Like a fucking Drag-On
We in the VIP
Got all of my niggas wit me
My niggas be rolling that leaf
20 deep you don't want no beef
We keep them clips fully loaded
You don't want no smoke
Everybody know I tote it
And that ain't no joke
Everybody say that family
But them ain't my folks
I got a pass in the hood
Why yo shit revoked
Before you step in these woods
With the fucking goats
I got something go right thru
Leave you fucking ghost
You a dummy boy
You always tryna do the most

If you run up on us you a dummy (You a dummy)
It's a wrap for that boy like a mummy (It's a Wrap)
Got that thang strapped, tight across my tummy
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)
Got that thang strapped, tight across my tummy
Getcho mind right or We gone leave you gummy (leave gummy)

Man AKs
Kel Tecs
223's
We got all that shit
Sig P whatever
7.62s
My girl got a 380
My Mama got a nine
Big guns in the south
Leave you gummy, boy
We don't get caught without it
Never leave home without it
Extended clips
Big D's that's drums
Fucking dummies



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholus Travez Thomas, Tyree La Quan Elliott
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