BumpStockBoyz

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) Nyah Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah [Chorus] They ain't got enough for the meal, let alone the tip The life that I live, they'll sell they soul for this That ain't Tris, that's some Karo and melatonin mixed Call brodie Yank, his first job was sellin' stolen whips All this ice on me, RIP to Lou Gehrig The way you walk around snitchin', you the new sheriff Everybody cap nowadays, that's the new era Telegrammin' with a translator, they speak, you scared [Verse] Blood dog, but I'll hit my shot like J.J. Barea I'm a fuckin' robot, Tron AKA Mega F&N, Glocks, Vicks, AKs, and Berettas I was playin' in that rain, Bеyblade's an umbrella OKC, UFC, KFC, IDM Huh, we gon' win in four That's tеn rackays every time I hit record And another ten every time I hit export Punchmade like I'm Dev, punch gotta be exact When I die, I'ma rise like I'll be right back When I was broke, nobody signed on my cast Jugg Messiah, it was Voss, now it's pie in my glass Throwback Melo, I just made a dime and a half He ain't make it to the league, dude died before draft I think I grew up on the jet, I was fly before rap All the sons that I birthed, give me my lingo back Long live Lil $cam, give me my amigo back We'll have the plug like, "Give me my kilos back" I ain't get a meal for Christmas, where the C.Os at? Y'all a gang full of reds, lil' bro Deebo Straps BumpStockBoyz, that is not a CO2 tank I was shootin' real guns since the BO2 days Shout out 5-1-3-0-2-8 It's McNulty's on the case, we need a new play Told my hitter bring his head and he gon' get a bonus half On that road, we only take short stops, Honus Wagner Lil Fuzz fightin' demons, he'll choke the pastor Family never had a millionaire, I broke the pattern The icebox got more gold than a pirate's chest Since my first loud blunt, ain't heard silence yet Broke headshots, we max out at a violent threat Amethyst grill matched with a violet bev Bitch, we livin' lavish Poured a six in Southfield, woke up on 6th and Gratiot No contest, my bitch the baddest All these sticks 'round me, you would think I'm in a cabin No sweat, guarantee we beat the shot clock Catch an opp out, boy, we beat 'em, bop-bop Mop, mop Face card high, still'll pop out with the top dropped [Interlude] Hey, ShittyBoyz Dogshit Militia Two L's and a dollar sign You hip, skip? Huh Troncic, Troncic Troncic, Troncic [Chorus] They ain't got enough for the meal, let alone the tip The life that I live, they'll sell they soul for this That ain't Tris, that's some Karo and melatonin mixed Call brodie Yank, his first job was sellin' stolen whips All this ice on me, RIP to Lou Gehrig The way you walk around snitchin', you the new sheriff Everybody cap nowadays, that's the new era Telegrammin' with a translator, they speak, you scared