Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GUMMY, artist - BROCKHAMPTON. Album song SATURATION II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brockhampton, EMPIRE, Question Everything
Song language: English
GUMMY |
Me llamo Roberto |
Y acabamos de robar un banco |
These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish? |
Bet a hunnid they’d panic, my shooters only speak Spanish |
Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard |
I can’t drive it nowhere so I let you niggas take off |
Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot |
I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off |
That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup |
My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust |
That nigga Kevin can’t rap, he too sappy with his shit |
He don’t rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit |
And he 'bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit |
He’ll prolly be a little colder, y’all agree with me? |
Shit |
That nigga need to act his age, he ain’t acting like a grown up |
Ain’t that boy from Texas?, He ain’t acting like a soldier |
Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn’t awkward |
And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar |
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me |
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine |
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again |
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me |
Cash don’t mean shit (shit) |
Cried my last tears, bitch |
Cashed my last check (check) |
Cash don’t mean shit (shit) |
Cash don’t mean shit (shit) |
Cried my last tears, bitch |
Cashed my last check (check) |
Cash don’t mean shit (shit) |
Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns |
God said let there be light, on the day I was born |
Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage |
I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain |
I don’t trust no niggas, and I don’t trust no bitch |
'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo'-fifth |
And a brand new clip, that’s my new best friend |
'Cause I’m a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib |
I ain’t sellin' no more, but got my hand in the zip |
Whitey gave me the check, I ain’t ask for the fame |
I used to deal with the grams, 'till they put the cam on my face |
Now I’m evading the law, I’m on a high-speed chase |
I’m in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way |
I gotta couple of warrants, so I’m leaving my state |
Now I’m in Cali today, with the sun on my face |
I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face |
How I’m gon' move at your pace?, I’m busy settin' the tone |
You think we runnin' together?, I’m in a lane of my own |
Don’t got no friends in this game, it’s me and my brothers alone |
They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones |
I don’t need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras |
I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I’m a martyr |
They hate me when I’m myself, I can’t barter with that |
You watch us charter these tracks, it’s sticking like tartar and plaque |
I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters |
I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors |
I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga |
In this world I can’t wander, no honor behind the trigger |
I could get shot in my back, and they’d tell the world that I fought 'em |
«We ain’t taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter» |
That’s what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement |
We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments |
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me |
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine |
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again |
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me |
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me |
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine |
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again |
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me |
Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine |
I’m stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy |
Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down |
Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down |
Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now |
Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset |
Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a donut |
Off, off, off, off, swervin' like a donut |
Nigga whaaaat |
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to) |
Nigga whaaaat |
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to) |
Nigga whaaaat |
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to) |
Nigga whaaaat |
Y-Yo |