GUMMY
by BROCKHAMPTON

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 four-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 with 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 what
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
Nigga what
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
Nigga what
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
Nigga what

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ian Simpson, Dominique Simpson, William Wood, Ameer Vann, Russell Boring, Matt Champion, Ciarian McDonald, Romil Hemnani

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