Gumpshun

Lyrics

[Chorus] They know just who we are Roll in oldie cars Polo down, country bound Tight like mason jars My grandma used to say Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun [Verse 1] First off, I'm the country of the countriest Mississippi, bitch, what you know about that country shit? Hold on, prolong, I'm knowing what you thanking Naw, it ain't the chittlings that got this shit here stanking Jumping, bumping through the speakers, sub boomin' Shawty, I been stroking is what I been doing Everybody got something to say about how we get down when we get round 'Cause it 38's on the crown vic So I use the ladder to get down with They think it's for the pickens is what I'm found with Her face, ah, ass, outstanding She micro braided, I pull it and pound it That malt liqour keep a nigga grounded On the porch with my kinfolk lounging Up underneath the stars They talk about my state but they know just who we are [Chorus] They know just who we are Roll in oldie cars Polo down, country bound Tight like mason jars My grandma used to say Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun [Verse 2] Psychedelically excelling on Daytons and Vogues Debonairness majestic I'm killing these hoes Sprinkle game on the greenest, the meanest of flow Planting seeds in your mental and leave it to grow Eager to know how to get money and bring it to daddy Evenly so, buy me some Gators and pull up the Caddy Open my door, chauffeur my car 'round and clean up my palace Throw on my robe, run my bathwater and fill up my chalice Sit on my balance beam until her belly cream If that pussy needs ramming I'm bantering Player made, tailor-made Always in the Gator state '92 Bulls on a fool, that's how players play For the win like MJ straightaway Shook 'em off, no time left, fuck it, fade away Buzzer, it's all over with Champagne with lobster and shrimp, pimp [Chorus] They know just who we are Roll in oldie cars Polo down, country bound Tight like mason jars My grandma used to say Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun [Verse 3] Ay, ay, player, play on I roller skate on I was taught to give them something just to hate on Like a Ford engine light, I just stay on To find a yellowbelly I can take home Or lay on, 'cause it ain't nothing but a skill or two You either get her done, barbecue or meal due Let the superfly inside you steer you Because being lame is a disease, it can kill you So let me put you on these hoes Chevy that be heavy and the wall that be vogue Peanut butter guts with the grape jelly globe Chromed out bumper with the Cobain doors That's suicide shit if you ain't know that Need a lil' pimping, baby girl, let me pour that Sow that up with some dough on it I was born with the gift of gab, so motherfucker throw a bow on it [Chorus] They know just who we are Roll in oldie cars Polo down, country bound Tight like mason jars My grandma used to say Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun