Bummin
Ion fuck with niggas cause niggas be fu
Scared man a dead man we pull up with that boo
Riding round with army guns when you see me salute
She trying to eat this eggplant
Guess her nigga a fruit
Hoe I'm hard body make yo bitch break a tooth
All this water on me got me feeling diluted
Bitch we really winning we ain't callin no truce
Nigga you ain't getting it boa tell them the truth
Bitch I keep my mind tell them go with yo move don't play with me
I play rough tell his ass to be smooth
Ain never been no lame but it be hard to keep my cool
Nigga tryna get a name put his name up on the news
Nigga talking ain't gon touch me
Chain bussed down like a dutchy
(Bussed down like a dutchy)
She hate I had to leave her for the money
(Had to leave her for the money)
But baby I was broke and I was bummy
(I was broke and I was bummy)
You ever get that feeling in yo stomach
(Got that feeling in my stomach)
I'm tryna make her feel me in her stomach
(Want her feeling me in her stomach)
Riding round with clips that hold a hundred
(Clips that hold a hundred)
Let them know exactly how we Bummin
(Know exactly how we Bummin Nigga)
She rubbing on my wood know she think I got a tree on me
Bitch I'm feeling good all these diamonds yeah they bling on me
I be in the hood so I keep that nin thing on me
All these niggas chicken and this bitch hold a 50 piece
We pull up to the scene fuck up the whole scenery
Made my dream come true how the fuck you don't believe in me
Diamonds got me dripping like I'm standing in the rain but my shit ain't cloudy
Got this shit up out the mud they can't say nun bout it
Can't do shit with me
Think this G Lock with g-unit cause it got 50 in it
Ima fucking business man so I get busy wit it
Like a fucking hotdog stand we got glizzys nigga
I'm just tryna fuck her good and never call again tryna
Make her swallow more seed than a fucking pomegranate
Tryna pop a double decker wanna dunk like ja Morant
Sit yo bitch ass down nigga you ah take the stand
Nigga talking ain't gon touch me
Chain bussed down like a dutchy
(Bussed down like a dutchy)
She hate I had to leave her for the money
(Had to leave her for the money)
But baby I was broke and I was bummy
(I was broke and I was bummy)
You ever get that feeling in yo stomach
(Got that feeling in my stomach)
I'm tryna make her feel me in her stomach
(Want her feeling me in her stomach)
Riding round with clips that hold a hundred
(Clips that hold a hundred)
Let them know exactly how we Bummin
(Know exactly how we Bummin Nigga)
Scared man a dead man we pull up with that boo
Riding round with army guns when you see me salute
She trying to eat this eggplant
Guess her nigga a fruit
Hoe I'm hard body make yo bitch break a tooth
All this water on me got me feeling diluted
Bitch we really winning we ain't callin no truce
Nigga you ain't getting it boa tell them the truth
Bitch I keep my mind tell them go with yo move don't play with me
I play rough tell his ass to be smooth
Ain never been no lame but it be hard to keep my cool
Nigga tryna get a name put his name up on the news
Nigga talking ain't gon touch me
Chain bussed down like a dutchy
(Bussed down like a dutchy)
She hate I had to leave her for the money
(Had to leave her for the money)
But baby I was broke and I was bummy
(I was broke and I was bummy)
You ever get that feeling in yo stomach
(Got that feeling in my stomach)
I'm tryna make her feel me in her stomach
(Want her feeling me in her stomach)
Riding round with clips that hold a hundred
(Clips that hold a hundred)
Let them know exactly how we Bummin
(Know exactly how we Bummin Nigga)
She rubbing on my wood know she think I got a tree on me
Bitch I'm feeling good all these diamonds yeah they bling on me
I be in the hood so I keep that nin thing on me
All these niggas chicken and this bitch hold a 50 piece
We pull up to the scene fuck up the whole scenery
Made my dream come true how the fuck you don't believe in me
Diamonds got me dripping like I'm standing in the rain but my shit ain't cloudy
Got this shit up out the mud they can't say nun bout it
Can't do shit with me
Think this G Lock with g-unit cause it got 50 in it
Ima fucking business man so I get busy wit it
Like a fucking hotdog stand we got glizzys nigga
I'm just tryna fuck her good and never call again tryna
Make her swallow more seed than a fucking pomegranate
Tryna pop a double decker wanna dunk like ja Morant
Sit yo bitch ass down nigga you ah take the stand
Nigga talking ain't gon touch me
Chain bussed down like a dutchy
(Bussed down like a dutchy)
She hate I had to leave her for the money
(Had to leave her for the money)
But baby I was broke and I was bummy
(I was broke and I was bummy)
You ever get that feeling in yo stomach
(Got that feeling in my stomach)
I'm tryna make her feel me in her stomach
(Want her feeling me in her stomach)
Riding round with clips that hold a hundred
(Clips that hold a hundred)
Let them know exactly how we Bummin
(Know exactly how we Bummin Nigga)
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Writer(s): Bryan Patton
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