Bummy ft. Smith.b Lyrics

This kid had noticed a basic loss of these fuckin functions

Shitty rap on the airwaves the shit's disgusting

Nobody pay him

Nobody want him

He's gettin older

Spacey motherfucker who just lost his damn composure

He can't replace the time he spent sucked in a fuckin portal

And he can't pay attention in class

He needs his morning roll ups

Shaked and disturbed

This kid is absurd

And he ain't fuckin heard so he's pissed at the world

But what's the price of a man trading dollars for verbs

Who left his soul in a warehouse

And his shit on the curb

He's not lookin for nothin but a patch for the Firths

And the dopest pair of Pumas gettin pulled from the dirt

Was a little shaky at first

Why you still shaky on third

I'm about to steal second head first into dirt

Come observe me I'm sure you'll wanna take me on tour

See with my tongue in the dirt I'm spittin solely for worms

Your money or your life bull flashin his knife

You can't do shit

Homie take your pick

There's nowhere to hide you don't know this design

Your money or your life

Homie take your pick

I'm takin a bat you won't hear nothing but wacks

We callin it all in

Homie take your pick

We callin it a win you gettin called out for sin

Watch or you get murked

Homie take your pick

My third brain just came through and murked your third eye

So I won't apologize for all that shit I pulled in one five

Dusted myself off

Stepped back onto the concrete

Took a look around and saw the heat was nothin

Just a bunch of tricks and the boring steed they came on

After rapping I'll take a bath in freon

We might be in the same river

But I'm on a different fuckin boat

And I got all these heavy paddles

You got butlers to carry most

I wear the same clothes

Eat, sleep, live to be noticed and

Rap, make beats, DJ to make simolean

Hoodie up

Rap draw

This mic

Hands off

Got so many words but I can't find them in my head fuck

Base is steady movin now

And these drums wanna kick me out

Shouts to Smith this track is wild

Move blank cd's we rob you child

Fuck you up then post the bail

Hit the plug give him a sale

Scoop and ounce sell it in a cell

And my cuz is the guard so he won't care

Your money or your life bull flashin his knife

You can't do shit

Homie take your pick

There's nowhere to hide you don't know this design

Your money or your life

Homie take your pick

I'm takin a bat you won't hear nothing but wacks

We callin it all in

Homie take your pick

We callin it a win you gettin called out for sin

Watch or you get murked

Homie take your pick

I'm the biggest burner on the smallest fuckin train

Pushing raps into your brain do it at a fucking snails pace

I stay cooped up, bakin up a bunch of heat

Steady keep it hidden when you hear my shit it's not discreet

The kid goes fuckin crazy at the breaking of a branch

smoke habib then chills a bit and ready for a nap

Klonopin and lexapro

The heat is staying on him

As he moves a fuckin brick

He joined up with the heartless

All this fuckin hes Ezekiel figuero

Pushes all these bushes i donno where i wanna go

Like somethin somethin pizza

Somethin somethin freiza

Somethin somethin cheeba

Somethin somethin diva

Kids in charge again

The hippos in the room and y'all seem to forgotten him

Loss of profit the stocks took a dive

Just go and make me unconscious

When I wake up I hope I finally focus

You call for nothin

Say nothing

Know nothing

After that it's your call what you do cousin

I never really said it was anything that needed to happen

But you let it

And I set it

And forget it

And regret it

And befriend it

But it was mostly looking after

A past that was constantly pushing back after

The fact of a fact of a blast of a blast

Like woah Black Betty

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