GUMBO YAYA (feat. Brother Tom Sos)

Woo (One, two, one, two, one, two)

Woo (One, two, one, two, one, two)

Uh, uh, listen

I ain't nothing like these ****, word to me, consider this a courtesy

I'm catching bodies purposely, twenty-five a murder spree

I arrive with urgency, ain't waste no time insurgently

I'm smoking on three letters, call it ya-ya, look like curds of cheese

I'm only craving peace of mind, I think it's time I draw the line

Right through the S'S dollar signs, I'm shooting vultures out the sky

Ain't no mountain high enough, Colorado, I'm in my prime

So Shedeur, I'm sure it's my time, I took the risk, the stakes is high

I put that on my De La Soul, let go of what I can't control

Can't walk in these size fifteens, I just thank God I broke the mold

I pledge allegiance to Griselda, **** think I sold my soul

I'm heaven-sent, I walk with the Lord, I can't sell what I don't own

Everything you see is perfect timing, faith, and patience

Stars align like Bape sneakers

Audibles like Josh Allen, but I still got great defense

Brother ain't see seventeen, could paint the town with great reason

Ace Of Spades to celebrate when we get word they ain't breathin'

Hmm, told my mama she can heal now 'cause Brother signed a deal now

Was focused on them murders, now I'm focused on a mill' now

I'm king of the hill now

I know **** wish that they could do this shit (Oh)

You can't fuck with the me, I don't care who you is (Oh)

You **** show and tell, I show and prove this shit (Oh)

These **** can't fuck with me, don't care who it is (Oh)

I know **** wish that they could do this shit (Oh)

You can't fuck with me, I don't care who you is (Oh)

You **** show and tell, I show and prove (Oh)

These **** can't fuck with me, don't care who

Ayo, what's better than three ropes?

Givenchy goggles flying down ski slopes (Woo)

High as a dove, you know nobody above

I leave your body with slugs (Boom, boom, boom)

I roll your body in a Murakami rug

I cried days when Clay died, my city a landmine

If you got a homie locked up, hold your hands high (Free Kutter)

Nakamoto Vans skates, watch who you handshake

TEC in the thug clubs, you pussy and your man's fake

I came home and got right to it (Mmm)

The face of Buffalo, I'm talking Townsend straight up to Jewett

Murder music, we been lived it, been had it (Woo, woo)

Automatic hit your head like Randy Savage (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Uh, it's fourth rope, more dope (Ah, ah)

Unload the whole clip in your torso (Brr)

Moreso, praise both

My guns go both ways like DeJ Loaf

Rockin' some suede loafs (Brr, doot-doot)

I know **** wish that they could do this shit (Oh)

You can't fuck with the me, I don't care who you is (Oh)

You **** show and tell, I show and prove this shit (Oh)

These **** can't fuck with me, don't care who it is (Oh)

I know **** wish that they could do this shit (Oh)

You can't fuck with me, I don't care who you is (Oh)

You **** show and tell, I show and prove (Oh)

These **** can't fuck with me, don't care who

On the store when them people gonna rob, I'ma spit something back

I'ma spit a **** head off with chrome gat

Payments on time, FNF what?

You play with this issue real shit, sticks on your motherfuckin' head

Beating down your bread

No loitering, police enforcement, on the outside, you heard what I said?

With see this one now on the 287

That's two MAC-11s

My dog wanna see me win, I gotta be in Heaven

I love my family, that's not only what I trust

The word from his mouth, don't speak, no, what?

I don't know nothing

Sensei, huh? Kodachi, I ain't frontin'

Butterfly the cuff, then I hit these **** with the stuff overhand

Then I do the pick-a-pow, tick-a-tan

Walking on sticks on the sticks on the motherfuckin' land

Or get your ass stooped in the sticks with the hand

You thought I had sand 'cause I had a cover on

Now I'm looking like the black with the butter on