The Gumption

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Oooo I ain't seen a guy get the clout that quick (I don't think I've seen that shit) Every motherfucker say he great right now, we could doubt that shit (We could doubt that, motherfucker) Au revoir Young dick talkin' bout all of y'all Young tits looking like Mardi Gras I might sharpie ya'll I'm tryna party dog I'm like, ugh, I'm just tryna fuck Every motherfucker in the way been fucked Every motherfucker in the game been butt Burd running circles, y'all been duck I don't gotta chill, who the fuck been y'all Fam getting killed on some Chris Benoit I don't got a deal but the meal quinoa And I got it for a steal cuz the bill been comped The server know L, like he so suburban and shit He just been murdering shit like he take it too personal shit Word is the shit that be purple up in that kid history is slightly perverted and shit Word is there's 32 bitches who last name is tinder up in that kid phone His profile been strong I can't compete with these pictures like why is he on? Suck dick, motherfucker Suck dick motherfucker, I'm just tryna get the hoes on the down low I don't even got friends in this town, I just moved to LA so I date cuz I'm outgoing Kinda lonely too Ex girl got another homie too, I'm not mad, just kinda sad But it help that these hoes like rap [Chorus] It's about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit I'mthe goddamn man like damn every time a motherfucker hit the function Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a motherfucker make assumptions I don't care I ain't there, I'll be damned if I'm bout to go and let up on the gumption [Verse 2] Ugh They ain't really ready I ain't even hard But I stay with the semi Bitches in the car, you could say I got a bevy Shit pretty par, Dicky do it on the the reggie Lotta y'all ain't probably never heard of on the reggie That's a lil something Lil dicky just invented Now the white kids gonna say it on the reggie You could say I pull the strings when it's cool, Lil Penny I just hit the double digits fucking bitches Out in Venice hearing motherfuckers bumpin' Dicky They treat a youngun' like I'm Caesar with the ass kissing That line about a fucking salad if you ain't get it But I ain't tryna get tossed, rap been lost Like the map been off They blowing smoke like the back exhaust Fact you soft like an overcooked linguine noodle You bitch made I ain't fuckin' with you lil poodles My vocab the bomb I'm the don with the lexicon Cats pajamas, eastside reppin' Westside stepping, you know I'm the man goddamn it I just got a handjob damn it Like from a masseuse She was tryna fuck, I ain't let her pursue I ain't got 160 bucks Plus I mentally connect with the hoes I fuck And this was a whore, I mean a literal whore Not like massages in porn, this was an overweight Asian With no aspirations, we never developed rapport Eatin boar's head in my other whore's bed Well not a whore, but you know she ain't a girlfriend We still about to get it crackin' Paul George leg I got a napkin if I cum within the foreplay [Chorus] It's about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit Im the goddamn man like damn erry time a mafucka hit the function Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a mafucka make assumptions Iont care I ain't there, I'll be damned if I'm bout to go and let up on the gumption [Verse 3] Iono the definition, fuck is average I been sittin', watching waiting, so impatient like it's baggage Claim I'm bout to be the greatest, naked pictures in my chat These other rappers fucking lazy word to bangin' in a hammock But y'all ain't even hangin, y'all ain't in the running Boy I'm fucking up the track like the youngun' into running Y'all are lighter with the fire, I want a match He be like "Nah, I'm bout it, bro how you get at that" Like these bitches tryn rap, they on't get they time wrappin' I'm coming, like I'm fucking, They underwood and to be frank I ain't fronting Word to Kevin Spacey I'm another level Debatably crazier, than shit they play beside the porn that you playing At a matinee eatin' dip n dots I'm getting checks, fuck I care that my twitter not Okay I care a little bit, algorithm isn't doin' it's job I'm assuming it's flawed, they probably not believing in Hobbes The nice boy been ballin' White boy been a damn king Scott Pollard Gotta tell my mom stop callin' But dog she confused about my destiny Making me repeat myself like I was judging spelling bees but I'm just tryna smoke weed, grab a quesarito Got azul by a Spanish chick. Muy bonito or bonita That's my vida Keep the rapping tight both ways Dexterous Where my rita And when it's y'all it's a nice sound, when it's me, it be like "everybody pipe down" Y'all the background, play ya part ho Chex mix grubbin up at Wells Fargo Had to make a new account, didn't want the checks mixed Y'all are tryna fit in I'm the one who playin tetris (oh my god) This is the beginning of my day, it's only breakfast Y'all the mini bars, y'all got mini bars Ma girl ass thick, that's my Minotaur You hear it fading but you crave another minute hard That's the difference when you Favid to these bigger stars But you know Goliath getting rocked he gone finish scarred I'm bout to break every record….white girls fall, Eric Decker