Words from Bump J

Lyrics

[Intro: Bump J] Durk, keep doing what you doing for the city and the streets my nigga 300 days, 300 nights Chief Goooon Squad Solid 400 East side crazy 300 nights, 3 on the rari, 'nother 3 on the ice [Verse: Bump J] Durk, keep taking off Save room for me on the flights It's been the minute since these niggas heard me on the mic Heard you cakes got all the cake, and nigga, we want a slice Executive suites for the executives Bullshit, the new crib look like a fortress Bitches' gorgeous Tell the waitress we gonna need more cres Fresh out the feds to the Forbes List Durk, I hope you recordin' this Put some pressure on them niggas so they let 'em in I'm walking out these gates to that Wraith and that F&N Get out of that water with them sharks, you just a yellow fin The chopper get to popping, shit like it ain't gon' never end I ain't your friend, I ain't your man, I ain't your homie Hit me on these songs, make you feel like you know me When the shit's getting real, real war with the police I don't feel rehabilitated, I'm feeling like you owe me But you big face hunnids, on that big face rolly I ball hard in the streets, this rolly is like my trophy