Bumpy Ride (feat. M Huncho)

Yo
Yo

Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour
Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power (told me turn, ayy)
How much time did I take that chase?
Have to left them jakes all sour (told me turn)
Now plum sauce on duck
I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower (turn, turn, turn, turn)

It's flashin' lights
Still I got gangdem ties (suh)
Wap cost five, that's light
Bro let it hang out the passy side
Music and road, still I can't decide
I was on the wing eatin' mash and pie (One)
Looked in the judges' eyes, I took that oath, I lied (One)

Hit the strip and colly, couldn't do both, I tried (turn)
Street qualified, grow more on the field, that's science
In the T, I learnt mathematics (told me turn)
Made the phone do acrobatics (told me turn, ayy)
Where's that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic (told me turn, ayy)

Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit (money in transit)
Let's drop this five but we need that nine if it get too drastic
Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her "Max it" (max, max)
Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
I should have reached in the jacket
Take out pocket rockets (oh-oh)
It's like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it (oh-oh)
I don't need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it (oh-oh)
Never been a taker, I'ma make her use the crop it (oh-oh)

How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock
Me, I'm tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok (turn, turn)
All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock
Me, I'm tryna make sure the quality's tiptop (turn, turn, turn, turn)
Spent so much racks on six shots
Keep it away from Junebug Izzpot (told me turn, ayy)
Hand tings for the gliding
Rise them autos for when I get pissed off

Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop
So it's only right I baguette my wristwatch (One)
Feathered cushions, barely use it
First class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid
A hundred-thousand Dirhams (ah, ah)
Can't take away the pain but I know I can soothe it (One)

Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit (money in transit)
Let's drop this five but we need that nine if it get too drastic
Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her "Max it" (max, max)
Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
I should have reached in the jacket
Take out pocket rockets (oh-oh)
It's like hot potato and my brothers, they will mash it (oh-oh)
I don't need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it (oh-oh)
Never been a taker, I'ma make her use the crop it (oh-oh)



Credits
Writer(s): Irving Adjei, Quincy Ferreira, Mohammed Hassan
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