B.U.M.S

All right T and G

You know it's down with us

Nigga, where you beat

Freaky, self-re-read

All my niggas fightin' a beat

'Cause I got blood under my sneaks

In my prime, in my peak

Punish him, throw up a G

I got niggas tellin' me to rap but I'm in beef

This real ass can't get no sleep

This shit been goin' on for a week

Showin' love don't cost a fee

Mugged up, I hardly speak

I let my pistol talk for me

How you know me? Nigga's sweet

Probably know me from my G

You ain't never try to jump out or hop out

And chase somethin' down on feet

Listenin' to Taylor Pollard (come on)

Just gon' get your stupid ass fucked up for free

I hear Kennedy hit that three

Lookin' for PMP

My young boy on the Monsant City

Gon' burn him like a CD (Paramount CD)

Ryan Fitzgerald smokin' a word right now

I ain't worryin' bout the beat (right)

I know a nigga say he gon' kill me

That same nigga deceased

I done vacum sealed it

Nigga stealin' out the P

I done iced on my set

Nigga diamond for an RG

Hit me like a cow in his bitch

I'ma kill him in his B&B

Nigga sayin' that he gon' kill me

Take me out my misery (misery, rolling out)

Rollin' out for a pill of peace

Vistula, Jojo, Ben and B's

I can't even trust my peace

Talkin' about that shit

Said he gon' kill me

Rockin' nigga like some sneeze

Bitch, them youngins kill for me

I got double C on my feet

Double G hold up my Glee

Body M with LP

Face shot like he deceased

Baby, I'm weighin' too deep

Havin' shootouts in my sleeve

I can't wait 'til they feel reed

I can't wait 'til they feel my reed

It's gon' turn up in that G

I got niggas tellin' me to rap but I'm at beef