Bumpy Johnson

Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road

But I'm feelin' like Bumpy Johnson

Good, die young, I'm a wrongen

Long live Driss, he's never forgotten (You're now listening to Young Chencs)

If my man cross me, then, I'm cuttin' his fingers off, so fingers crossed

My fingerprints all over the rocks

It's hot, no other choice but to rinse the spot

I'm selective with who I get with

Gyal on my phone try see who I'm fuckin'

Lil' bro got his hand in his pocket

Come any closer and see if he's bluffin'

Six-man in the yard, O.T. was the last to sleep and I woke up first

Bad Bs, they curved the kid back then when I weren't so lit, now the roles reversed

Soon as you get some Ps, these hoes occur, hoes appear

Nowhere near, had nowhere to live, had to sofa surf (uh)

At the time, it was bad, it was all in my mind

'Cause in hindsight, it could've been worse

Ex ting givin' me red eye and spoilin' my new one, it could've been her

"Don't dwell on the past," I'm tellin' my darg, "If it happened, then bro, there's a reason"

I ain't beefin' bro 'bout nothin', we act like men and we come to agreements

The cell got hit, but I bit too late, so I gave him one for the inconvenience

Rookie, young but I ain't no rookie, your place got took 'cause you're inexperienced

I don't think that them man there serious

In the trap, had a plan like that

Same way man pull up my pants and take off my hat and change my 'ppearance

A lot of pain I'm used to endurin', I see man screw and I'm throwin' my Ls up

Dagger on bro like Zelda, ain't Nintendo, this is the ghetto

We trap like The Wire, they act like Elba

Don't have a Scooby, I stay with dookie

I got my darg, it's somethin' like Shaggy

I got a good girl like Velma

Was young, goin' school to let out the anger I had that was built inside

You get a weird mix of emotion when you feel both guilt and pride

Long day and I need upliftin', switch up the sound to a feel-good vibe

These songs are all self-snitchin', if I did do a drill, I'd deny it

Tryna dodge old bro, bake off in the bando, hold my nose, it's a horrid smell